Julia Ward Howe

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 loosed the fateful lightening
Of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.

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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 day is marching on

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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.

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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.

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ln 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;
While God is marching on.

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The Battle Hymn of the Republic
The Battle Hymn of the Republic