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Julia Ward Howe
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 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
He has sounded forth the trumpet That shall never call retreat He is sifting out the hearts of men Before His judgment seat O be swift my soul to answer Him Be jubilant my feet Our God is marching on
Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah His truth is marching on