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 marching on.
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.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
His truth 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;
O be swift, my souls to answer Him;
Be jubilant my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!
His truth is marching on.