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 hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible Swift sword;
His truth is marching on.

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Glory, glory! Hallelujah!  Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!  His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling Camps;
They have building Him an altar in the evening dews and Damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring Lamps;
Our God is marching on.

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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."

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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! by jubliant, My feet!
Our God is marching on.

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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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