Battle Hymn of the Republic      (midi)

 

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1. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,

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  he is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.

     

    He has loos`d the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword,

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    his truth is marching on.

 

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Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory hallelujah!

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Glory, glory hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

 

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2. I have seen him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps,

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    they have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps.

   

    I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,

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    his day is marching on. 

 

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3. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,

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    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,

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    since God is marching on. 

 

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4. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat,

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    He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement seat.

 

    Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!

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    Our God is marching on. 

 

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Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory hallelujah!

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Glory, glory hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

 

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5. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,

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    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,

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    while God is marching on.

 

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