The Battle Hymn Of The Republic

[G]Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is [C]trampling out the vintage where the [G]grapes of wrath are stored.
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His [B7]terrible swift [Em]sword;
His [Am]truth is [G]march[D7]ing [G]on!

[G]Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! [C]Glory! Glory! Halle[G]lujah! Glory! Glory! Halle[Em]luj[G]ah! His
[Am]truth is [G]march[D7]ing [G]on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires 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!

[G]Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! [C]Glory! Glory! Halle[G]lujah! Glory! Glory! Halle[Em]luj[G]ah! His
[Am]truth is [G]march[D7]ing [G]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."

[G]Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! [C]Glory! Glory! Halle[G]lujah! Glory! Glory! Halle[Em]luj[G]ah! His
[Am]truth is [G]march[D7]ing [G]on.

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 God is marching on!

[G]Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! [C]Glory! Glory! Halle[G]lujah! Glory! Glory! Halle[Em]luj[G]ah! His
[Am]truth is [G]march[D7]ing [G]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.