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