Demis Roussos - Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, Is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of land are stored, He lost the fateful lighting of his terrible swift soul His truth is marching on Glory! Glory Hallelujah Glory! Glory Hallelujah Glory! Glory Hallelujah His truth is marching on He has sounding the trumpeters That shall never call retreat He is setting ou the hearts of men before His judgment seat, He swift, me soul, to answer Him Be jubilant my feet, Our God is marching on Glory! Glory Hallelujah Glory! Glory Hallelujah Glory! Glory Hallelujah His truth 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 guide to make men free While God is marching on Glory! Glory Hallelujah Glory! Glory Hallelujah Glory! Glory Hallelujah Is truth is marching on Glory! Glory Hallelujah Glory! Glory Hallelujah Glory! Glory Hallelujah Is truth is marching on