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, His truth is marching

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

Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

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 live to make men

free

While God is marching on

Glory, glory, Hallelujah! Glory, glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, glory, Hallelujah! His truth is marching on!

His truth is marching on! And on and on and on and on

and on