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 hath loosed the fateful lightning

Of his terrible swift sword

His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

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 can read his righteous sentence

By the dim and flaring lamps

His day 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

He is coming like the glory

Of the morning on the wave

He is wisdom to the mighty

He is honor to the brave

So the world shall be his footstool

And the soul of wrong his slave

Our God is marching on