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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.
CHORUS: Glory, glory, alleluya! Glory, glory, alleluya!
Glory, glory, alleluya!
His Truth is marching on.
He hath 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 answer him; be jubilant my feet!
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;
And he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Battle Hymn of the Republic USA marching tune, 19th century
Julia Ward-Howe (1819-1910)
