Battle Hymn Of The Republic

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Writer Julia Ward Howe



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 watch-fires 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. I have read His fiery gospel

writ in rows of burnished steel!

"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.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call

retreat; 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.

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.