Lyrics

Pray, pray, pray, pray…
Glory, glory, hallelujah

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
(Behold, I see the heavens opened)
He’s trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
(He’s coming in the clouds)
He has loosed His faithful lighting, of His terrible, swift sword
(From the east, to the west, oh, His truth…)
His truth is marching on
(And every eye shall see Him)

He is sounding forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat
(The voice of the Archangel)
He’s sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat
(I saw the books were opened)
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet
(For Jesus pleads His blood)
While God is marching on
(Till all the saints are sealed)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
(I saw three angels fly in heaven)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
(Crying, “Babylon is fallen!”)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
(“Come out of her, my people!”)
His truth is marching on!
(His truth is marching on!)

In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was borne across the sea
(In that beast from out the earth)
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
(See the patience of the saints)
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free
(Three angels calling out His truth)
While God is marching on!
(Till all the saints are sealed)

If any man worship the beast and his image
And receive his mark in his forehead or his hand
The same shall drink of the wine
of the wrath of God, which is poured out
Without mixture into the cup of His indignation.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
(I saw three angels fly in heaven)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
(Crying, “Babylon is fallen!”)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
(“Come out of her, my people!”)
His truth is marching on!
(His truth is marching on!)

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Like a trumpet, like a trumpet!

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The Rain, Nicholas Mazzio and Lauren Mazzio

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“Voices like the angels.”

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