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, His truth is marching
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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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I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
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They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
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I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
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His day is marching on
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
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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! On and on and on and on!
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Battle Hymn Of The Republic
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| Alvin And The Chipmunks |
