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
 (Glory all)
 Glory, glory, hallelujah
 (Glory all)
 Glory, glory, hallelujah
 (Glory all, glory all)
 Glory, glory, hallelujah
 (Glory all)
 His truth is marching on
 I've 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 in the dim and flaring lamps
 His day 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 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
 Glory, glory, hallelujah
 Glory, glory, hallelujah
 Glory, glory, hallelujah
 His truth is marching on
 Amen, amen