Battle Hymn Of The Republic

~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 hath loosed the fateful lightning~Of His terrible swift sword;~His truth is marching on.~

~Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~ Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~His truth is marching on.~

~I have seen Him in the watchfires~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 day is marching on.~

~Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~His truth is marching on.~

~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 marching on.~

~Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~His truth is marching on.~

~He has sounded forth the trumpet~That shall never call retreat;~He is sifting out the hearts of men~Before His judgement seat;~Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him;~Be jubilant, my feet;~Our 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 a glory in His bosom~That transfigures you and me;~As He died to make men holy,~Let us die to make men free;~While God is marching on.~

~Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~ Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~His truth is marching on.~

The tune was originally a camp-meeting hymn "Oh brothers, will you meet us on Canaan's happy shore?"
It evolved into John Brown's Body.

Then in 1861 Julia Ward Howe wife of a government official, wrote a poem for Atlantic Monthly for five dollars.
The magazine called it, "Battle Hymn of the Republic."

The music may have been written by William Steffe.