Julia ward howe
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
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His truth 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 hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
