[00:00.00] 作词 : J.W. Howe
[00:01.00] 作曲 : W. Steffe
[00:12.50]Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
[00:18.95]He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
[00:25.34]He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
[00:31.72]His truth is marching on.
[00:41.40]I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
[00:47.72]They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
[00:54.15]I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
[01:00.65]His day is marching on.
[01:07.92]Glory, glory, hallelujah!
[01:14.03]Oh, glory, glory, hallelujah!
[01:20.47]Glory, glory, hallelujah!
[01:26.46]His truth is marching on.
[01:42.79]I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
[01:49.08]"As ye deal with my contempters, so with you my grace shall deal";
[01:55.40]Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
[02:01.70]Since my God is marching on.
[02:11.41]He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
[02:17.52]He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat;
[02:23.78]Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
[02:30.03]Our God is marching on.
[02:37.26]Glory, glory, hallelujah!
[02:43.50]Glory, glory, hallelujah!
[02:49.53]Oh, glory, glory, hallelujah!
[02:55.44]His truth is marching on.
[03:01.72]His truth is marching on.

作词 : J.W. Howe
作曲 : W. Steffe
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 watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Oh, glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my contempters, so with you my grace shall deal";
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since my God 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;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Oh, glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
His truth is marching on.