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 were stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible Swift Sword
His Truth is marching on

I have read the fierey gospel
Writ in burnished rows of steel
As ye deal eith my condemned soul
With you my grace shall deal
Let the Hero, born of woman
Crush the serpent with his heel
Since God 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 the Glory in His busom
That transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy
Let us live to make men free
While God is marching on

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
His Truth is marching on...