Dionne Warwick 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 are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible
swift sword
His truth is marching on, His truth is marching
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 His righteous sentence by the dim and
flaring lamps
His day is marching on
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
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 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!
His truth is marching on! And on and on and on and on
and on
