Transcription: My eyes have seen the glory of the dead of the Lord He is trampling out the village where the graves of wrath are stored He has loosed the faithful light and held His town, though swift sore His truth is marching on Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! It's true this marching on I have seen in the watchpiles of a hundred serpent But I've built an M&O during the evening news and now I can read his righteous sentence By the den of Lurn Land And as day is marching on He has sounded forth a trumpet That shall never call retreat He is setting out the hearts ...
