Battle Hymn of the Republic, The

🕑: 4/4 CCLI: 24133 url 🖉 Julia Ward Howe, William Steffe © 1861 Public Domain

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 hallelu-jah, 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

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound 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

As He died to make men holy let us live to make men free

While God is marching on

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord

It is flowing through the cities and the waste will be restored

By the leading of the Spirit and their trusting in His Word

His army marches on

Arise and shine my people see the glory of the Lord

As the church with signs and wonders marches on in one accord

His soldiers do not falter as for Him they wield the sword

His army marches on

O join this mighty army there's a battle to be won

Let us now put in sickle for the harvest time has come

Countless multitudes are waiting just to hear of God's own Son

His army marches on