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's 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 day is marching on

I have read a fiery gospel, written in burnished rows of steel

"As you deal with my condemners, so with you my grace shall deal"

As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free

While God is marching on

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat

Be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet

Our God, our God is marching on

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

Our God is marching on

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

His truth is marching on