John Philip Sousa 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!
[chorus]
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!
[chorus]
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."
[chorus]
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!
[chorus]
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 die to make men
free,
While God is marching on.
