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 had loosed the fateful lightening 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, 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 God is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth is marching on