| 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 has loosed the fateful lightening
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| Of His terrible swift sword
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| His truth is marching on I have seen him in the watch-fires
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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 I have read a fiery gospel
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| Writ in burnish`d rows of steel
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| As ye deal with my condemners
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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 Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Our God is marching on He has sounded form 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 judgment-seat
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| Oh, be swift, my soul
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| To answer him be jubilant, my feet
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| Our God is marching on Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Our God is marching on ln 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 As he died to make men holy
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| Let us live to make men free
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| While God is marching on Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Our God is marching on |