Mine eyes have seen the glory

of the coming of the Trump,

he is trampling out the Godless

where the books of Marx are stored,

he hath loosed the fateful lightning

of his terrible swiftest tweets,

those tweets are marching on....


Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His tweets are marching on.


 I have seen him on the telly

in a hundred liberal camps,

John Lewis and the snowflakes

are whining in the streets,

I can read his righteous sentences

by the dim and flaring lamps,

his day is coming soon....


 He has sounded forth the tweets

that shall never call retreat,

he is sifting out the commies

before his judgment seat,

O be swift, my libs, to run,

and rapid by thy feet!

Our Trump is marching on.


In all the Godless cities

Trump is heard across the sea,

with glory in his smart phone

that transfigures you and me,

he tweets will make men holy,

his tweets will make men free,

Our Trump is marching on.


 He is coming to the White House

on the day Obama's gone,

his words are wisdom to the mighty,

his tweets honor all the brave,

the world shall be his footstool,

and the Liberals be his slaves,

Our Trump is marching on....