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 has lost the fatefull lightening of His terrible swift sword

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 men free

His truth is marching on

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,

His truth is marching on