chosen. Now I want you to hear the winning song
the way I first heard it.'' There was a pause. The band started to
play, and the children sing.
117 "Mine eyes have seen The Glory of The Coming of The Lords, They are
Tramping out the vintage that the grapes of hate have stored. They have
loosed the faithful lightening of Their terrible swift sword. Their
Truth is marching on!
118 (Chorus) Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory,
glory, hallelujah! Their Truth is marching on!
119 2. I have seen Them in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps,
we have built for Them an altar in the evening dews and damps, we can
read Their righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. Their Day
is marching on. (Repeat Chorus)
120 3. I have read a fiery sentence writ in burnished rows of steel, as
ye deal with my Protector, so with you my heart shall deal. Let the
Hero born of woman, crush the evil with his heel. Since They are
marching on. (Chorus)
121 4. They have sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call
retreat, They are sifting out the hearts of all before Their Holy
Seats. Oh, be swift my Soul to answer Them! Be jubilant my feet! Their
Truth is marching on! (Chorus)
122 5 In the beauty of the valleys They were born across the Way, with
a Glory in Their hearts that transfigures you and me. As They died to
make men holy, let us die to keep men free. Our Lords are marching on!
(Chorus, to End.)
123 Now, after the children had sung, The Army Chorus repeated the
song, and there was no question the people loved it. The next day
people could be heard humming it on the streets, in factories, and in
offices.
124 From that day forth, every morning when a radio station started to
broadcast, it played its local Land's theme, but at the end of the
night when they shut