Julia Ward Howe

Glory, glory, halleluja!

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! (3x)
His truth is marching on.

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 in the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.


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.


He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on


*Gemeint ist das liebe Jesulein, daher gro▀geschrieben.

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