Battle
Hymn of the Republic
by
Julia Ward Howe
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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