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'''''The Battle Hymn of the Republic''''' is an American patriotic song written during the [[Civil War]] by [[Julia Ward Howe]]. | '''''The Battle Hymn of the Republic''''' is an American patriotic song written during the [[Civil War]] by [[Julia Ward Howe]]. | ||
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| + | :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. | ||
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| + | ::Chorus: | ||
| + | ::Glory, glory, hallelujah! | ||
| + | ::Glory, glory, hallelujah! | ||
| + | ::Glory, glory, hallelujah! | ||
| + | ::His truth is marching on. | ||
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| + | :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. | ||
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| + | ::Chorus | ||
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| + | :I have read a fiery gospel writ 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 heel, | ||
| + | :Since God is marching on." | ||
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| + | ::Chorus | ||
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| + | :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. | ||
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| + | ::Chorus | ||
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| + | :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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| + | ::Chorus | ||
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| + | :He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, | ||
| + | :He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave, | ||
| + | :So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave, | ||
| + | :Our God is marching on. | ||
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| + | ::Chorus | ||
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[[Category:Patriotic songs]] | [[Category:Patriotic songs]] | ||
Revision as of 12:24, January 8, 2008
The Battle Hymn of the Republic is an American patriotic song written during the Civil War 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.
- Chorus:
- 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 altar in the evening dews and damps;
- I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
- His day is marching on.
- Chorus
- I have read a fiery gospel writ 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 heel,
- Since God is marching on."
- Chorus
- 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.
- Chorus
- 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.
- Chorus
- He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
- He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
- So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
- Our God is marching on.
- Chorus