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 lightening of His terrible swift sword

His truth is marching on

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

His truth is marching on

He has sounded for 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

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

His truth 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

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

Glory, glory, Hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Amen