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 has loosed the fateful lightening 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 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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I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel,
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"As ye deal with my condemners, So with you my grace shall deal;"
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Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
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Since God is marching on.
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He has sounded form the trumpet that shall never call retreat
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He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
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Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
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Our God is marching on.
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ln 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 die to make men free,
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While God is marching on.
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Battle Hymn of the Republic (Voice)
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| Mormon Tabernacle Choir |
