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His truth is marching on.

I have seen him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps.

They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps.

I have read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps.

His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

We've come to the time in the season When family and friends gather near To offer a prayer of thanksgiving For blessings we've known through the years To join hands and thank the Creator Now when Thanksgiving is due

This year when I count my blessings I'm thanking the Lord He made you This year when I count my blessings I'm thanking the Lord He made you I'm grateful for the laughter of children The sun and the wind and the rain

The color of blue in your sweet eyes.

Thank you.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

His truth is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel, written burnished rolls of steel.

As ye deal with my condemners, so with you my grace shall deal.

Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel.

His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

We've come to the time in the season When family and friends gather near To offer a prayer of thanksgiving For blessings we've known through the years To join hands and thank the Creator Now when Thanksgiving is due

This year when I count my blessings I'm thanking the Lord He made you This year when I count my blessings I'm thanking the Lord He made you I'm grateful for the laughter of children The sun and the wind and the rain

the color of blue in your sweet eyes the sight of a high ball and train the moon rise over a prairie and oh love that you've made new and this year when i count my blessings i'm thinking the lord he made you