Rich Mullins

Marching On

Rich Mullins


"Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord 
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored 
He has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword 
And He's marching, marching on 

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat 
And He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement seat 
Oh, be swift my soul to answer Him, be jubilant my feet! 
Hey! Feet, keep marching, keep on marching on 
Hey, yeah, feet keep marching, keep on marching on 

Well, in the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea 
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me 
And as He died to make men holy, let us live to make them free 
Keep marching, marching on 
Yeah, keep marching 

Keep on... yeah 

And behold I saw a new heaven and a new earth"