87. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming
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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
5 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.
6 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.