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well yeah, but you could just go get a hymn book, but I guess I can give them to ya. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord; He is trmapling 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, halleluja! Glorry, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.(End Chorus)
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never cal retreat; he is sifting ou the hearts of men before his judgment seat. Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer himm; be jubilant my feet! Out god is marching on. (Chorus)
In hte 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. (Chorus)
There you go.
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