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 fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on

I've seen it in the watch fire
Of a hundred circling camps
They've builded Him an altar
In the evening dews and damps
I can read the righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamp
His day 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
He has died to make men holy
Let us live to make men free
While God is marching on

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

His truth is marching on
And on
Hallelujah!