| Song | Battle Hymn Of the Republic |
| Album | Celebration Hymnal II |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Battle Hymn Of the Republic |
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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.
I Have Seen Him In The Watch-Fires Of A Hundred Circling Camps;
They Have Builded Him An Altar In The Evening Dews And Damps;
I Can Read The Righteous Sentence By The Dim And Flaring Lamps;
His Day Is Marching On.
He Has Sounded Forth The Trumpet That Shall Never Call Retreat;
He Is Sifting Out The Hearts Of All Before His Judgment Seat;
O 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 Across The Sea,
With A Glory In His Bosom That Transfigures You And Me;
As He Died To Make Us Holy, Let Us Die That All Be Free!
While God Is Marching On.
