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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord |
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He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored |
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He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword |
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His truth is marching on, His truth is marching |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah! Glory, glory, Hallelujah! |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah! His truth is marching on |
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I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps |
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They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps |
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I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps |
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His day is marching on |
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah! |
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In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea |
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With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me |
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As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free |
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While God is marching on |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah! Glory, glory, Hallelujah! |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah! His truth is marching on! |
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His truth is marching on! And on and on and on and on and on |