Yeah
Glory, glory

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightening of
His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on (Oh, marching on, oh, marching on)

Glory, glory, Hallelujah
Glory, glory, Hallelujah (Oh, Hallelujah, God)
Glory, glory, Hallelujah