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Mine eyes have seen the glory |
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Of the coming of the Lord; |
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He is trampling out the vintage |
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Where the grapes of wrath are stored; |
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He hath loosed the fateful lightning |
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Of His terrible swift sword; |
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His truth is marching on. |
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Chorus |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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His truth is marching on. |
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I have seen Him in the watchfires |
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Of a hundred circling camps |
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They have builded Him an altar |
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In the evening dews and damps; |
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I can read His righteous sentence |
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By the dim and flaring lamps; |
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His day is marching on. |
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Chorus |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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His truth is marching on. |
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I have read a fiery gospel writ |
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In burnished rows of steel: |
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"As ye deal with My contemners, |
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So with you My grace shall deal": |
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Let the Hero born of woman |
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Crush the serpent with His heel, |
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Since God is marching on. |
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Chorus |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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His truth is marching on. |
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He has sounded forth the trumpet |
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That shall never call retreat; |
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He is sifting out the hearts of men |
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Before His judgement seat; |
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Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; |
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Be jubilant, my feet; |
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Our God is marching on. |
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Chorus |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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His truth is marching on. |
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In the beauty of the lilies |
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Christ was born across the sea, |
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With a glory in His bosom |
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That transfigures you and me; |
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As He died to make men holy, |
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Let us die to make men free; |
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While God is marching on. |
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Chorus |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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His truth is marching on. |
