Music playing now: ' Battle Hymm of the Republic.
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.
Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires Of a hundred circling camps; We are building Him an altarIn the evening dews and damps; I can see His righteous sentence By our dim but flaring lamps;His day is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah His truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet That shall never sound 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
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 His 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 His truth is marching on.
