Battle Hymn of the Republic!
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 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.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born a