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
 They have built 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
 Oh Glory, glory, hallelujah!
 Glory, glory, hallelujah!
 Glory, glory, hallelujah!
 His truth is marching on
 I have read a fiery gospel
 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
 Since God is marching on
 Oh 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
 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 die to make them free
 While God is marching on
 Our God is marching on