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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. |
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Sing it! |
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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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He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; |
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He is shifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; |
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Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet; |
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Our God is marching on. |
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Sing it! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on. |
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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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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! |
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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. |