in the beauties of the lillies
christ was born across the sea
with a glory in his bosom
the transfigures you and me
as he died to make men holy
let us die to make men free
while god is march on

glory glory hallelujah
our god is marching on

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
his truth is marching on

the risers swung around his neck
connectors cracked his dome
suspension lines were tied in knots
around his skinny bones
the canopy became his shroud
he hurdled to the ground
and he ain't gonna jump no more

gory gory what a hell of a way to die
we ain't gonna jump no more

he hit the ground the sound was SPLAT
his blood went spurting high
his comrades they were heard to say
"a hell of a way to die"
he laying there rolling round
in the welter of his gore
and he ain't gonna jump no more

he has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat
he is sifting out the hearts of men
before his judgement seat
be swift my soul to answer him
be jubilant my feet
our god is marching on

there was blood upon the risers
there were brains upon the chute
intestines were dangling
from his paratrooper suit
he was a mess pick him up
and poured him from his boots
and he ain't gonna jump no more