[00:00.000] 作曲 : William Steffe
[00:20.424]Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
[00:26.431]He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
[00:31.489]He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
[00:37.812]His truth is marching on.
[00:43.502]Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
[01:01.365]His truth is marching on.
[01:23.019]I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
[01:28.078]They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
[01:34.348]I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
[01:39.775]His day is marching on.
[01:46.730]Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
[02:03.298]His day is marching on.
[02:23.086]He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
[02:32.933]He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
[02:41.324]Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
[02:51.909]His day is marching on.
[02:57.382]Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
[03:14.521]His day is marching on.

作曲 : William Steffe
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!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His day is marching on.
He has sounded forth 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! be jubilant, my feet!
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His day is marching on.