of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightning
of his terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.
Chorus: Glory, glory hallelujah,
Glory, glory hallelujah,
Glory, glory hallelujah,
His truth is marching on.
2nd Verse:
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat,
He is sifting out the hearts of men
before His judgment seat.
Be swift my soul to answer him,
Be jubilant my feet,
Our God is marching on.
Chorus
Final Verse: 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 die to make men free,
His truth is marching on.
Chorus to end
