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
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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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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
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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
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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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Our God is marching on
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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
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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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Our God is marching on
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In 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
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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
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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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Our God is marching on
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The Battle Hymn Of The Republic
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Lee Greenwood |