Unknown Singer

This year when I count my blessings I'm thankin' the Lord He made you And when the time comes to be goin' It won't be in sorrow and tears I'll kiss you goodbye and I'll go on my way

I'm grateful for all of the years I'm thankful for all that you gave me For teaching me what love can do And Thanksgiving Day for the rest of my life I'm thanking the Lord He made you And Thanksgiving Day for the rest of my life

Thanking the Lord he made you.

See you tomorrow.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

His truth is marching on.

I have seen him in the watchfires 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 His truth is marching on

I have read a fiery gospel, written burnished rows 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.

His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth a trumpet that shall never call retreat.

He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat.

Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer.

Oh, be jubilant, my feet.

His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, alleluia.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.