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.
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
Our 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 live to make men free
While God is marching on.
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on.
Wow, you have been some amazing places...
ReplyDeleteThank you for serving my country.
the order of priorities should go: God, country, family, self.
ReplyDeletei rarely get it right, but i at least know it.