THE 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 mar-ching on.
Glory! Glory! halle-lu- jah! Glory! Glory! hallelu-jah!
Glory! Glory! halle- lu - jah! His truth is mar-ching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is mar-ching on."
Glory! Glory! halle-lu- jah! Glory! Glory! hallelu-jah!
Glory! Glory! halle- lu - jah! His truth is mar-ching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat,
He is sifting out the hearts of men be-fore His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is mar-ching on!
Glory! Glory! halle-lu- jah! Glory! Glory! hallelu-jah!
Glory! Glory! halle- lu - jah! His truth is mar-ching 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 live to make men free,
While God is mar-ching on.
Glory! Glory! halle-lu- jah! Glory! Glory! hallelu-jah!
Glory! Glory! halle- lu - jah! His truth is mar-ching on.
We can almost hear the trumpet sound, the Lord's return is near;
There are still so many people lost, His message they must hear;
Fa-ther, give us one more moment, One more day, just one more year-
With God we're mar-ching on.
Glory! Glory! halle-lu- jah! Glory! Glory! hallelu-jah!
Glory! Glory! halle- lu - jah! His truth is mar-ching on.
His truth is mar-ching on. His truth is mar-ching on.