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 hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.
 

Chorus:

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on.
 

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him and alter in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.

John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the ground,
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the ground,
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the ground,
But his soul goes marching on.