mine eyes have seen the glory

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;

He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;

He hath loosed the fateful lightning

of His terrible, swift sword:

our God is marching on.




Glory, glory! Hallelujah!

Glory, glory! Hallelujah!

Glory, glory! Hallelujah

Our God is marching on.




He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement-seat:

oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!

our God is marching on.




In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea,

with a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:

as He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free,

while God is marching on.