Battle Hymm of the Republic
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.
by Julia Ward Howe |
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