Battle Hymn of the Republic Songtext
von Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trapping 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
His truth is marching on

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
The Lord is marching on

Glory, glory (hallelujah) hallelujah
Glory, glory (hallelujah) hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah (hallelujah)
The Lord is marching on, marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, oh, glory, hallelujah (hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah)
His truth is marching on, marching on


The Lord is marching on