Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is t
rampling out the vintage where the g
rapes of wrath are s
tored
He hath l
oosed the fateful lightning of His t
errible swift s
word
His t
ruth is m
arching o
n
Glory glory hallelujah
His t
ruth is m
arching o
n
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have b
uildth Him an altar in the e
vening dews and d
amps
I can r
ead His righteous sentence by the (
dim)and flaring
lamps
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a g
lory in His bosom that transf
igures you and m
e
As He d
ied to make men holy let us d
ie to make men f
ree
While G
od is m
arching o
n