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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

(chorus)
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

He has sounded forth the trumpet 
that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men 
before His judgment seat
O 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

He is coming like the glory of 
the morning on the waves
He is wisdom to the mighty
He is honour to the brave
So the world shall be His footstool 
and the soul of wrong His slave
Our God is marching on