Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming Lord
He's trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has loosed the fateful lighting of his righteous storm
And his truth is marching on
Is marching on (go, go, go on), Is marching on (go, go, go on)
Is marching on (go, go, go on), Is marching on (go, go, go on)
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall not retreat
He's looking for the hearts of men before his judgment seat
Oh be swift my soul to answer, jubilant my feet
And our god is marching on
Is marching on (go, go, go on), Is marching on (go, go, go on)
Is marching on (go, go, go on), Is marching on (go, go, go on)
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me
He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free
While our God is marching on
Is marching on (go, go, go on), Is marching on (go, go, go on)
Is marching on (go, go, go on), Is marching on (go, go, go on)