Jane Caroline Reed's Poem Book-Battle Hymn of the Republic

 Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trapling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored:
He hath loosed the faiteful lightning of his terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps:
They have builded him an alter in the evening dews + damps:
I can read his righteous sentence by the dim + flaring lamps;
His truth is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:

As ye deal with my condemners, so with you my grace shall deal;

Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,

His truth is marching on.

He has sounded form 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.

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.

Mrs. Julia Ward Howe