dChan - Q Origins Project Archive

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!

His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps

They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;

I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps;

His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

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;

While God is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

Amen.