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"Battle Hymn of the Republic" Lyrics

Type the lyrics to the classic American patriotic song, "The Battle Hymn of the Republic."
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
He goes trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of His terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on!
 
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!
 
I have seen Him in the watchfires 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!
 
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!
 
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,
"As you 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!
 
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!
 
 
 
"Battle Hymn of the Republic"
By Julia Ward Howe, 1861
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
 
 
 
 
He has sounded out the trumpet that shall never call retreat,
He has waked the Earth's dull sorrow with a high ecstatic beat,
O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on!
 
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on!
 
In the whiteness of the lilies He was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that shines out on you and me,
As Christ died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on!
 
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on!
 
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 w'rld shall be His footstool, and the soul of time His slave,
Our God is marching on!
 
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on!
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