Mamas Truhe

1. Mine eyes have seen the glory
   of the coming of the Lord;
   He is trampling out the vintage
   where the grapes of wrath are stor'd;
   He hath loos'd the fateful lightning
   of His terrible swift sword:
   His truth is marching on.
   
   
2. I have seen Him in the watch-fires
   of a hundred circling camps,
   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.
   
   
3. I have read a fiery gospel
   writ in burnished rows of steel:
   "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.
   
   
4. 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.
   
   
5. 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.
   
   
6. He is coming like the glory
   of the morning on the wave,
   He is wisdom to the mighty,
   He is honour to the brave;
   So the world shall be His footstool,
   and the soul of wrong His slave,
   Our God is marching on.
   
   

Schlagworte: englisch, Gospel, Kirchenlied, Spiritual

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