The Battle Hymn Of The Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the LordHe is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are storedHe hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift swordHis truth is marching onChorusGlory, Glory, Hallelujah!Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!His truth is marching onIn the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the seaWith a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and meAs he died to make men holy, let us live to make men freeWhile God is marching on(Repeat Chorus)