Battle Hymn of the
Republic
by
Julia Ward Howe (1861)
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 hath 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.
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows
of burnished steel!
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with
you My grace shall deal!
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the
serpent with his heel,"
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth 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.
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.
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