I can read his righteous sentence


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.
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.
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on."
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
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.

Reader Comments (1)
One of my favorite hymns. When I got my first parrot he was just so pretty and my friend said he was glorious. So, I named him Glory. I taught him to sing this hymn and he did great but always sang the Hallelujah this way...Glory, Glory, Hallelu...leaving off the jah. So I was instructing him on the Hallelulah by singing it to him and he perked up, looked at me and said "very good"...hahaha, I ran back to Jim's room and told him that Glory had complimented my singing, and he said " hmmm, he must be tone deaf. LOL..Happy Sunday JL2
GL1 xoxo