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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
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He goes trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
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He hath loosed the fateful lightnings 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, 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 watchfires 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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Glory, glory, hallelujah!
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Glory, 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 read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,
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"As you deal with my contemners, 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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Glory, glory, hallelujah!
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Glory, glory, glory, hallelujah!
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Glory, glory, hallelujah!
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His truth is marching on!
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