171.  Our King Is Marching On

1
Mine eyes can see the glory of the presence of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage, where the grapes of wrath are stored;
I see the flaming tempest of his swift descending sword:
Our King is marching on.

Chorus
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our King is marching on.

2
I can see His coming judgments, as they circle all the earth,
The signs and groanings promised, to precede a second birth;
I read his righteous sentence in the crumbling thrones of earth:
Our King is marching on.

3
The “Gentile Times” have ended, for their kings have had their day,
And with them sin and sorrow will forever pass away;
The tribe of Judah’s Lion now has come to hold the sway:
Our King is marching on.

4
The “Seventh Trump” is sounding, and our King knows no defeat,
He will sift out the hearts of men before His judgment seat.
Be swift, my soul, to welcome him; be jubilant, my feet:
Our King is marching on.