The lyric "glory!" is featured in 4 different songs in our database, showcasing its versatility in music.Explore how artists use this specific phrasing in their creative work.
glory!
Singer: bebe winans
his truth is marching on. sing it!
glory! glory! hallelujah! glory! glory! hallelujah!
glory! glory! hallelujah! his truth is marching on. he has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
his truth is marching on. sing it!
glory! glory! hallelujah! glory! glory! hallelujah!
glory! glory! hallelujah! his truth is marching on. he has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
Singer: matty mullins
patiently waiting for your return. dream of the day when you come back and take what's yours. the earth begins to shake as the trumpets sound. skyscrapers crashing down!
when the trumpets begin to sound every knee will bow. glory! glory! skyscrapers crashing down
feet lifting off the ground. glory! glory!
patiently waiting for your return. dream of the day when you come back and take what's yours. the earth begins to shake as the trumpets sound. skyscrapers crashing down!
when the trumpets begin to sound every knee will bow. glory! glory! skyscrapers crashing down
feet lifting off the ground. glory! glory!
Singer: collins, judy
he hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword;
his truth is marching on. glory! glory! hallelujah! glory! glory! hallelujah!
glory! glory! hallelujah! his truth is marching on. i have seen him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
he hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword;
his truth is marching on. glory! glory! hallelujah! glory! glory! hallelujah!
glory! glory! hallelujah! his truth is marching on. i have seen him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
Singer: judy collins
he hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword;
his truth is marching on. glory! glory! hallelujah! glory! glory! hallelujah!
glory! glory! hallelujah! his truth is marching on. i have seen him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
he hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword;
his truth is marching on. glory! glory! hallelujah! glory! glory! hallelujah!
glory! glory! hallelujah! his truth is marching on. i have seen him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps