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 has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
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
l can read His righteous
sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
Glory!
Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d
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!
Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth 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.
Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His
truth 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Julia Ward Howe
The tune was originally a camp-meeting hymn "Oh brothers,
will you meet us on Canaan's happy shore?"
It evolved into John Brown's
Body. Then in 1861 Julia Ward Howe
wife of a government official, wrote a
poem for Atlantic
Monthly for five dollars. The magazine called
it,
Battle Hymn of the Republic. The music may be by William Steffe.
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