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| Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, | |
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| He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored, | |
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| He has loosed the fearful lightning of His terrible swift sword, | |
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| His truth is marching on! | |
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| Glory, glory, Hallelujah, glory, glory, Hallelujah, | |
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| Glory, glory, Hallelujah, His truth is marching on! | |
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