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- Battle Hymn of the Republic
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- 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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- I have read His fiery gospel
- writ in rows of burnished 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.
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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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- 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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