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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Julia Ward Howe, 1862

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 alter 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 a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel
As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace will deal;
Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel;
Since 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.

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