Standard (EADGBE)
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword;
His truth 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 live to make men free,
While God is marching on.