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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 has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword |
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His truth is marching on |
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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 that shall never sound retreat |
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He is sifting 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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For my God is marching on |
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Everyday I sing glory, glory, hallelujah |
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Everyday, glory, glory, glory, hallelujah |
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Glory, glory, hallelujah |
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For my God is marching on |
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Marching on, marching on, 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 die to make men free |
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While God is march, He's marching on |
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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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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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His truth is marching on |
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His truth is marching on |
