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 lost 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 watchfires
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.

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 soul to answer Him,
be jubilant my feet!
Our God 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 man holy,
let us die to make man free.
While God is marching on.

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