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
 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!
 While God is marching on.
 Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
 Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
 Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
 His truth 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 live to make men free
 While 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