Originally a camp-meeting tune, this song evolved into "John Brown's Body". In 1861, Julia Ward Howe, wife of a government official, wrote a poem for the Atlantic Monthly. The magazine called it the "Battle Hymn of the Republic." This song was also a favorite of Abraham Lincoln. Lyrics: 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. 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 alter in the evening dews and damps; I 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 write in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my condemners, so with you My Grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heal, 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 sitting 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. 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 the bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make me 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.
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