| Song | Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory |
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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.
I Have Seen Him In The Watch Fires Of A Hundred Circling Camps
They Have Builded Him An Altar In The Evening Dews And Damps;
I Can Read His Righteous Sentence By The Dim And Flaring Lamps;
His Day Is Marching On.
I Have Read A Fiery Gospel Writ In Burnished Rows Of Steel;
As Ye Deal With My Contemners, So With You My Grace Shall Deal;
Let The Hero, Born Of Woman, Crush The Serpent With His Heel,
Since God Is Marching On.
He Has Sounded Forth The Trumpet That Shall Never Call Retreat;
He Is Sifting Out The Hearts Of Men Before His Judgment Seat;
Oh, Be Swift, My Soul, To Answer Him! Be Jubilant, My Feet;
Our God 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.
He Is Coming Like The Glory Of The Morning On The Wave,
He Is Wisdom To The Mighty, He Is Honor To The Brave;
So The World Shall Be His Footstool, And The Soul Of Wrong His Slave,
Our God Is Marching On.
