Our God is marching on. While God is marching on. Glory! Be jubilant, my feet! Glory! Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Our God is marching … Glory, hallelujah! Of course, God was not then, and is not now, sitting on his judgment seat "sifting" anyone. He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave; [Refrain] Source: Hymns of Promise: a large print songbook #194 He has sounded from the trumpet that shall never call retreat He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Read the full transcript. Glory, hallelujah! Glory! Precious knowledge is … Glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Since God is marching on. Our God is marching on. Our God is marching on. His truth is marching on." In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me. Hallelujah! Chorus. Glory! ln 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. Our God is marching on. Among those listening to King's speech was Viola Liuzzo, a white mother of five who had traveled from Detroit to join the march. Be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. ... Our God is marching on. Hallelujah! [Refrain] 4 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 us holy, let us die to make all free, while God is marching on. 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 die to make men free; While God is marching on. While truth is marching on. Here Mrs. Howe depicts the choice made by her contemporaries between the cause of the North and the cause of the South as God "sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat." Hallelujah! As he died to make men holy, let us live to make men free, While God is marching on. Chorus. Chorus He has sounded form the trumpet that shall never call retreat He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Our God is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! 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 die to make men free, While God is marching on. Glory! Our God is marching on. Chorus Ln the beauty of the lillies Christ was born across the sea, Julia Ward Howe. The lyrics to Julia Ward Howe’s patriotic classic premiered in the February 1862 issue of The Atlantic. He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave; So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave, Our God is marching on. Since God is marching on. Glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. Glory! Eighteen hundred years of marching, eighteen hundred years of song, Still the Conqueror advances, and the time will not be long Till the Lord shall come in glory and shall overthrow the wrong, Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, While God is marching on. Glory! 3. Our God is marching on. Our God is marching on.
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