Battle Hymn Of The Republic by Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir Written by Julia Ward and Don Moen High & Lifted Up
Verse 1 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!
Verse 2 He has sounded forth the trumpet that Shall never call retreat He is sifting out the hearts of men Before His judgement seat O be swift, my soul, to answer Him Be jubilant my feet Our God is marching on!
Chorus: Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory hallelujah! His truth is marching on!
Verse 3 In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea With the glory in His bosom that Transfigures you and me As He died to make men holy Let us live to make men free While God is marching on!
Verse 4 We can almost hear the trumpet sound The Lord's return is near There are still so many people lost His message they must hear Father give us one more moment One more day, just one more year With God we're marching on!