| 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. | |
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| I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps, | 5 |
| They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; | |
| I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: | |
| His day is marching on. | |
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| I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: | |
| "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; | 10 |
| Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, | |
| Since God is marching on." | |
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| He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; | |
| He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat; | |
| Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet! | 15 |
| Our God is marching on. | |
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| 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, | |
| While God is marching on. | 20 |
