..: The Battle Hymn Of The Republic :.. by Lee Greenwood 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 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 have read his righteous sentence By the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah His truth is marching on I have read a fiery gospel Writ in burnish`d rows of steel As ye deal with my contemptners So with you my grace shall deal Let the hero, born of woman Crush the serpent with his heel Since my 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 Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Oh glory, glory, hallelujah His truth is marching on His truth is marching on