Battle Hymn of the Republic

All the words

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 lightnings of His terrible swift sword:
   His truth is marching on.
   Glory, glory, hallelujah!
   Glory, glory, hallelujah!
   Glory, glory, hallelujah!
   His truth is marching on.

2. 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.

3. 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."

4. 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! be jubilant my feet!
   Our God is marching on!

5. 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.