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“The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” also known as “Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory”
“The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” written by Julia Ward Howe, is a hymn that enjoyed popularity during the American Civil War and, to this day, is still considered a well-loved patriotic song.
The lyrics:
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.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
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 shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the
serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
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.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
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.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
While God is
marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the
morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is
Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His
footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
Glory, glory,
hallelujah.
Our God is
marching on.
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By Julia Ward Howe, November 1861