57. Battle Hymn Of Republic B-Flat

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MINE eyes have seen the glory of the
Coming of the Lord;
He is tramping 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 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.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that
shall never sound retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
O 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.