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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord |
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He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored |
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He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword |
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His truth is marching on |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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His truth is marching on |
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He has sounded for the trumpet that shall never call retreat |
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He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat |
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Oh, be swift, my soul to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet |
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Our God is marching on |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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His truth is marching on |
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In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea |
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With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me |
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As He died to make men holy let us die to make men free |
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While God is marching on |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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His truth is marching on |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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Glory, glory, Hallelujah |
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His truth is marching on |
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Amen |
