Battle Hymn of the Republic

 

           G              

Mine eyes have seen the glory

                                     Em

Of the coming of the Lord

          Cmaj7                     Am

He is trampling out the vintage

                     Bm                              G

Where the grapes of wrath are stored

               G

He has loosed the fateful lightning

             B                     Em

Of His terrible, swift sword

        Am        D             G

His truth is marching on

 

G                           Em

Glory, glory, hallelujah

C                            G

Glory, glory, hallelujah

G                           Em

Glory, glory, hallelujah

       Am               D       G

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 live to make men free

His truth is marching on

 

I can almost hear the trumpet sound

The Lord's return is near

But there're still so many people lost

Somehow they've got to hear

Lord, please give me one more hour

One more day, just one more year

With Your truth we're marching on