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 lightening of His terrible swift sword

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

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth is marching 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 my 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

Oh, be swift, my soul 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

His truth is marching on