Battle Hymn Of The Republic
Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir

Written by Julia Ward and Don Moen

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!

He has sounded forth the trumpet that
Shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgement seat
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him
Be jubilant my feet
Our God is marching on!

Chorus:
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 the 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!

Repeat Chorus

We can almost hear the trumpet sound
The Lord's return is near
There are still so many people lost
His message they must hear
Father give us one more moment
One more day, just one more year
With God we're marching on!

Repeat chorus