Album: Holy Ground
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
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's loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
He's sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before the judgment-seat:
Be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Jubilant, my feet!
God's truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory hallelujah!
Glory hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
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