His truth is marching on, His truth is marching
His day is marching on
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
Glory, glory, Hallelujah! His truth is marching on!
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah! Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
While God is marching on
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
Glory, glory, Hallelujah! His truth is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea
Glory, glory, Hallelujah! Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
