Bb Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; Eb Bb He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; Bb He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword; Eb F Bb His truth is marching on. Bb Eb Bb Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, halle-lujah! Bb Eb F Bb Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.