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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.

Julia Ward Howe (1819 –1910)

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

Julia Ward Howe (1819 –1910)

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

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.

Julia Ward Howe (1819 –1910)

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

Julia Ward Howe (1819 –1910)

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

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."

Julia Ward Howe (1819 –1910)

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

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.

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

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 live to make men free,

While God is marching on.

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

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.

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

Julia Ward Howe (1819 –1910)

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