Marching On

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 has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword And He’s marching, marching on He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat And He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement seat Oh be swift my soul to answer Him, be jubilant my feet Hey, feet keep marching, keep on marching on Hey yeah, feet keep marching, keep on marching on Well, 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 Keep marching, marching on Keep marching And behold, I saw a new heaven and a new earth