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 has loosed the faithful 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 truth is marching on. Glory, Glory hallelujah Glory, Glory hallelujah Glory, Glory hallelujah His truth 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 His truth 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.