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.