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Battle Hymn Of The Republic

(By Julia Ward Howe)

Verse 1
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

Verse 2
I Have Seen Him In The Watch-fires Of A Hundred Circling Camps;
They Have Built Him An Altar In The Evening Dews And Damps;
I Can Read His Righteous Sentence By His Dim And Flaring Lamps;
His Truth Is Marching On

Verse 3
In The Beauty Of The Lilies Christ Was Born Across The Sea.
With A Glory In His Bosom That Trans-figures You And Me;
As He Died To Make Men Holy Let Us Die To Make Men Free;
His Truth Is Marching On


Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, His Truth Is Marching On.