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.

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.