BATTLE HYMN OF 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.

CHORUS
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 men holy, let us die to make men free;
While God is
marching on.