The 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 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! Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory! Hallelujah!
His Truth Is Marching on.

I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnish’d rows of steel;
As ye deal with my condemners 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 Judgement Seat.
Oh, 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 live to make men free:
While GOD Is Marching on.

Glory, Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory! Hallelujah!
His Truth Is Marching on.

(caps Ours – revrob)

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