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 sound 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 trans-figures you and me;
As He died to make men holy,
let us die to make men free;
While God is marching on.