| Battle Hymn of the Republic
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. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps, I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: let us live to make men free, While God is marching on. (Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
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