Battle Hymn of the Republic - Patriotic Tunes

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 sword

His truth is marching on.



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

l can 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 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.



Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.



He has sounded form 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!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.



ln 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 die to make men free,

While God is marching on.



Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

Mes yeux ont vu la gloire de la venue du Seigneur

Il piétine le millésime où sont stockés les raisins de la colère,

Il a desserré l'éclair fatidique de sa terrible épée rapide

Sa vérité est en marche.



Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Sa vérité est en marche.



Je l'ai vu dans les feux de guet de cent camps qui tournoyaient

Ils lui ont construit un autel dans la rosée du soir et l'humidité \u003cbr />
Je peux lire sa phrase juste à l?aide des lampes tamisées et flamboyantes

Son jour avance.



Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Sa vérité est en marche.



J'ai lu un écrit d'Évangile enflammé dans des rangées d'acier bruni,

Comme vous traitez avec mes contemners, ainsi avec vous ma grâce agira;

Que le héros, né de la femme, écrase le serpent avec son talon

Depuis que Dieu marche.



Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Sa vérité est en marche.



Il a sonné de la trompette qui n'appellera jamais la retraite

Il filtre le c?ur des hommes devant son siège de jugement

Oh, soyez prompt, mon âme, pour lui répondre! soyez jubilatoire, mes pieds!

Notre Dieu marche.



Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Sa vérité est en marche.



Dans la beauté des lis, le Christ est né de l'autre côté de la mer,

Avec une gloire dans son sein qui nous transfigure toi et moi:

Comme Il est mort pour sanctifier les hommes, mourons pour rendre les hommes libres,

Pendant que Dieu marche.



Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Gloire! Gloire! Alléluia!

Sa vérité est en marche.