BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC (JULIA WARD HOWE) 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 f...

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Writer Julia Ward Howe 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...

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 lost the fatefull lightening of His terrible swift sword His t...

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 lightening of His terrible swift ...I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling ...ded Him an altar in the evening dews and da...ghteous sentence by the dim and flaring lam...t in burnish'd rows of steel, ...Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his he...He has sounded form the trumpet that shall ...He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judg...He has sounded form the trumpet that shall ...He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judg...ln the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,

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. I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished 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. 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. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory i