Battle Hymn of the Republic
Words: Julia Ward Howe
Music: George Frederick Root

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; 
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath stored;
He has loosed the fateful lightning of His teririble swift sword;
His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! 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 builded Him an altar in the evening dew and damps;
I read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, 
His day is marching on.

Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
His day is marching on.

I have read the 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.

Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! 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;
O be swift, my soul to an-swer Him! be jubilant my feet;
Our God is marching on.

Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! 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 eh died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
While God is marching on.