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 hath loosed 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 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

Glory, glory, hallеlujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

He has soundеd forth the trumpet
That shall never call 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

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
As he died to make men holy
Let us die to make men free
While our God is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

He is coming like the glory of
The morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty
He is honor to the brave
So the world shall be his footstool
And the soul of wrong his slave
Our God is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on