1. 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 closed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on!

2. He hath sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgement-seat :O be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on!

3. 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.

4. He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave; He is wisdom to the mighty; he is succour to the brave; So the world shall be his footstool and the soul of time his slave: Our God is marching on!