BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. (JOHN BROWN.) 1, Mino eyes have seen the gio - ry’ of the com-ingof the Lord, He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful 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 day is marching on.—Chorus, 8 I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished 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 inarching on.—Chorus, 4 He has sounded forth 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 Go* is marching on.—Chorus. "B In the beauty of the Mlies, Christ was born across the sea; With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me! As he died to make men holy, lei us die to make men free. While God is marching on.—Chorus. J
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