The Battle Hymn
of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the
coming of the Lord Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a
hundred circling camps Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! I have read a fiery gospel writ in
burnish`d rows of steel, Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! He has sounded forth the trumpet that
shall never call retreat Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! He has sounded form the trumpet that shall
never call retreat Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! In the beauty of the lilies Christ was
born across the sea, Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Julia Ward Howe
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
l can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
"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 marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
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!
His truth is marching on.
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!
His truth is marching on.
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,
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.