Credits
Lyrics
My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He's trampling out the vintage where the grapes of land are stored
He lost the fateful lightning of His terrible swift soul
His truth is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
He has something for trumpeters shall never come retreat
He's sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Be swift, my soul to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet
Our God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy, let us guide to make men free
While God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
Written by: Traditional/Arr.by M Van Der Kuy/B.Van Breda
