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!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on