Battle-hymn of the Republic
by Julia Ward Howe
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.
of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar
in the evening dews and damps;
I have read His righteous sentence
by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
writ in burnished rows of 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."
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.
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.
