BATTLE-HYMN OF THE irvj^x^,:^ ~.
BY MRS. JULIA WARD HOWE.
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1. Mine eyes have seen the glo ry of the
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com ing of
the Lord: He is
tramp-ling out the vin tage where the g'apes of wrath are stored; He hatr
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loosed the fate*- ful light-ning of hi
his ter n - ble
swift sword: His truth is march-i
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Glo ry, glo ry, hal le
lu jab! Glo ry, glo - ry, hal le-
jah! Glo ry,
glo ry, hal le
jah I 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 ;
T have read his righteous semence by the dim
and flaring lamps :
His day is marching on.
I have read a fi'vry gospel writ in burnished rows
of steel :
"As ye deal with inv contemners, so with you
my grace shall deal ;
Let the hero, lion; of women, crush the serpent
with his heel, (
Since God is marching on."
He has sounded forth the trumpet that s
never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before
Oh ! be swift, my soul, to answer him! beji
lant, my feet 1
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was to
across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that transfigure!
As he died to make men holy, let us die to«
While God is marching 01