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| THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC |
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| Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; |
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| He is trampling out the vintage where grapes of wrath are stored; |
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| He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword, |
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His truth is marching on.--CHORUS
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| CHORUS:Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! |
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Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. |
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| I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps; |
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| They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; |
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| I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, |
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His day is marching on.--CHORUS
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| He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; |
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| He is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgement Seat. |
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| Oh! Be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet! |
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Our God is marching on.--CHORUS
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| In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, |
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| With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; |
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| As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, |
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While God is marching on.--CHORUS
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