Battle Hymn of the Republic



Battle Hymn of the Republic  
 

 
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. 

Chorus:
 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
 They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
 I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
 His day is marching on. 
Chorus 
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel,
 "As ye deal with my contemnors, so with you my grace shall deal;"
 Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
 Since God is marching on. 
Chorus 
He has sounded from the 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 Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
 Our God is marching on. 
Chorus 
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
 With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
 As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
 While God is marching on. 
Chorus 




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