Battle Hymn of the Republic Songtext

von Odetta

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord,
He is trapling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored, He has loosed the faiteful lightening of his terrible
Swift sword,
His truth is marching on.
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
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 truth is marching on.
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
His truth is marching on
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish'd rows of steel,
As ye deal with my condemners so with you my grace shall deal,
Let the hero, born of woman crush the serpent with his heel,
His truth is marching on.
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
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 oh be jubilant, my feet,
His truth is marching on.
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
In 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,
His truth is marching on.
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
His truth is marching on.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord,
He is trapling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored, He has loosed the faiteful lightening of his terrible
Swift sword,
His truth is marching on.