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
Yeah, keep marching

Keep on, yeah

And behold
I saw a new heaven and a new earth