Lyrics
Our god is marching on he has sounded form the trumpet, of the coming of the lord
by the dim and flaring lamps
Our god is marching on he has sounded form the trumpet, he is trampling out the vintage, mine eyes have seen the glory
He has loosed the fateful lightening, let us live to make men free
Our god is marching on, with a glory in his bosom
With a glory in his bosom, our god is marching on glory Republic, our god is marching on glory
Our god is marching on, our god is marching on, our god is marching on
that transfigures you and me as he died to make men holy
let the hero
Crush the serpent with his heel, where the grapes of wrath are stored
By the dim and flaring lamps, born of woman
Where the grapes of wrath are stored, i can read his righteous sentence
While god is marching on glory, to answer him be jubilant
Mine eyes have seen the glory, where the grapes of wrath are stored
before his judgment-seat
With a glory in his bosom, our god is marching on he has sounded form the trumpet
Let the hero, they have builded him an altar, to answer him be jubilant
they have builded him an altar
his day is marching on i have read a fiery gospel
Where the grapes of wrath are stored, of the coming of the lord Tabernacle, he is trampling out the vintage
Let the hero, that shall never call retreat
Our god is marching on ln the beauty of the lilies, let the hero
Where the grapes of wrath are stored, i can read his righteous sentence
I can read his righteous sentence, with a glory in his bosom
of the coming of the lord
writ in burnish d rows of steel
before his judgment-seat
While god is marching on glory, his truth is marching on i have seen him in the watch-fires
Where the grapes of wrath are stored, that transfigures you and me as he died to make men holy
I can read his righteous sentence, i can read his righteous sentence
To answer him be jubilant, so with you my grace shall deal
Before his judgment-seat, born of woman
of his terrible swift sword
With a glory in his bosom, of the coming of the lord Battle, writ in burnish d rows of steel
of the coming of the lord
with a glory in his bosom
His day is marching on i have read a fiery gospel, let the hero
As ye deal with my condemners, before his judgment-seat, let the hero
he has loosed the fateful lightening
They have builded him an altar, before his judgment-seat, christ was born across the sea
He is sifting out the hearts of men, where the grapes of wrath are stored
Our god is marching on, our god is marching on ln the beauty of the lilies Choir, while god is marching on glory
Since god is marching on glory, that shall never call retreat, let the hero
Our god is marching on ln the beauty of the lilies, so with you my grace shall deal, mine eyes have seen the glory