G
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
C G
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
G B7 Em
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
Am G D7 G
His truth is marching on!
G
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
C G
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
G Em
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Am G D7 G
His truth is marching on.
G
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
C G
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps.
G B7 Em
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
Am G D7 G
His day is marching on!
G
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
C G
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
G B7 Em
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Am G D7 G
Since God is marching on."
G
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
C G
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat;
G B7 Em
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Am G D7 G
Our God is marching on!
G
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
C G
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me;
G B7 Em
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
Am G D7 G
While God is marching on.
