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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory!
Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
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
by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on!

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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."

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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!

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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 die to make men free,
While God is marching on.