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| Mine Eyes Have Seen |
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| Mine eyes have seen the glory |
| Of the coming of the Lord. |
| He is trampling out the vineyard |
| Where the grapes of wrath are stored. |
| He has loosed the fateful lightning |
| Of His terrible swift sword, |
| His truth is marching on. |
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| Glory, Glory, Hallelujah |
| Glory, Glory, Hallelujah |
| Glory, Glory, Hallelujah |
| His truth is marching on. |
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| He hath sounded forth the trumpet |
| That shall never sound retreat. |
| He is sifting out the hearts of men |
| Before his judgement seat. |
| O be swift my soul to answer Him |
| Be jubilant my feet |
| Our God is marching on. |
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| Glory, Glory Hallelujah (3) |
| Our God is marching on. |
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| In 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 live to make men free |
| While God is marching on. |
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| Glory, Glory Hallelujah (3) |
| While God is marching on. |
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