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 are stored
He has lost the fatefull 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
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, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
His truth is marching on
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has lost the fatefull 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
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, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
His truth is marching on
About
Genius Annotation
Written in 1861, using the melody from “John Brown’s Body”, the song links the Judgement Day at the end of times to the situation the North saw itself in during the Civil War.
– Monument to the Irish Brigade, Antietam National Battlefield
Q&A
Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
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- 8.Te Ador
- 10.Fennario
- 13.Three Fishers
- 14.Hush Little Baby
- 15.Battle Hymn of the Republic
- 16.Rambler Gambler
- 17.Railroad Bill
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