The Lower Lights - Battle hymn of the republic lyrics

Mine eyes have seen the glory Of the Coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage Where the Grapes of Wrath were stored He hath loosed the fateful lightning Of His terrible Swift Sword His Truth is marching on I have read the fierey gospel Writ in burnished rows of steel As ye deal eith my condemned soul 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 In the beauty of the Lilies Christ was born across the sea With the Glory in His busom That transfigures you and me As He died to make men holy Let us live to make men free While God is marching on Glory, Glory, Hallelujah Glory, Glory, Hallelujah Glory, Glory, Hallelujah His Truth is marching on...