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
I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps,
They have budded 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 His 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 sound retreat,
He is sifting out the...