Written By Julia Ward Howe

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
His Truth Is Marching On

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, His Truth Is Marching On.

I Have Seen Him In The Watch-fires Of A Hundred Circling Camps;
They Have Built Him An Altar In The Evening Dews And Damps;
I Can Read His Righteous Sentence By His Dim And Flaring Lamps;
His Truth 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 Die To Make Men Free;
His Truth Is Marching On


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