He Has Sounded Forth the Trumpet that Shall Never Call Retreat...

 He is Sifting Out the Hearts of Man before the Judgement Seat.

So Be Swift My Soul to Answer Him; Be Jubilant My Feet...

Our God is Marching On.

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 has Loosed the Fateful Lightning of His Terrible Swift Sword.

Our God is Marching On...

I have Seen Him in the Watchfires of a Hundred Circling Camps.

They Have Builded Him an Altar in the Evenings Dews and Damps.

I Can Read His Righteous Sentence by  the Dim and Flaring Lamps...

His Day is Marching On...

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He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.

 

~ Battle Hymn of the Republic.