Mine eyes have seen the glory of
the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift
sword:
His Truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires
of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring
lamps.
His Day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel, writ
in burnished rows of steel:
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall
deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.”
He has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat:
Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ
was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me:
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
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