BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC


Mine 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 watch fires
of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar
in the evening dews and damps
I have read His righteous sentence
by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on (chorus)

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 man holy,
Let us die to make me free
While God is marching on (chorus)