Mine eyes have seen
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the glory 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
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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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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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l can read His righteous sentence
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by the dim and flaring lamps
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His day 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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In the beauty of the lilies Christ
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was born across the sea
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With a glory in His bosom
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that transfigures you and me
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As He died to make men holy
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let us die to make men free
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While God 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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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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Amen Amen
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Battle Hymn of the Republic
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| Mormon Tabernacle Choir |
