The Battle Hymn of the Republic-Robert Shaw/Thomas Pyle

The Battle Hymn of the Republic - Robert Shaw My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored Hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword His truth is marching on 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 Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah His truth is marching on 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 Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah His truth is marching on 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 Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah His truth is marching on