Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of [bad word] of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening
of His terrible swift sword
His [bad word] is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His [bad word] 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
l can read His righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His [bad word] is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel
Writ in burnish'd rows of steel,
"As ye deal with my condemners,
So with you my grace shall deal"
Let the Hero, born of woman,
 [bad word] the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His [bad word] is marching on.

He has sounded forth the [bad word] 
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!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His [bad word] is marching on.

ln the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy,
Let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His [bad word] is marching on.