Our King Is Marching On

Mine eyes can see the glory of the presence of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage, where the grapes of wrath are stored; I see the flaming tempest of his swift descending sword: Our King is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Our King is marching on.

I can see His coming judgments, as they circle all the earth, The signs and groanings promised, to precede a second birth; I read his righteous sentence in the crumbling thrones of earth: Our King is marching on.

The Gentile Times have ended, for their kings have had their day, And with them sin and sorrow will forever pass away; The tribe of Judah' s Lion now has come to hold the sway: Our King is marching on.

The Seventh Trump is sounding, and our King knows no defeat, He will sift out the hearts of men before His judgment seat. Be swift, my soul, to welcome him; be jubilant, my feet: Our King is marching on.