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 has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
 His truth is marching on.
 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.
 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.