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
I Have Seen Him In The Watch-fires Of A Hundred Circling Camps;
They Have Built Him An Altar In The Evening Dews And Damps;
I Can Read His Righteous Sentence By His Dim And Flaring Lamps;
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;
His Truth Is Marching On
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, His Truth Is Marching On.
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With Chords
Mine ‹G›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 Terrible Swift Sword
His ‹D›Truth Is Marching ‹G›On
I Have ‹G›Seen Him In The Watch-fires Of A Hundred Circling Camps;
They Have ‹C›Built Him An Altar In The ‹G›Evening Dews And Damps;
I Can Read His Righteous Sentence By His Dim And Flaring Lamps;
His ‹D›Truth Is Marching ‹G›On
In The ‹G›Beauty Of The Lilies Christ Was Born Across The Sea.
With A ‹C›Glory In His Bosom That Trans‹G›figures You And Me;
As He Died To Make Men Holy Let Us Die To Make Men Free;
His ‹D›Truth Is Marching ‹G›On
‹G›Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, ‹C›Glory, Glory Halle‹G›lujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, His ‹D›Truth Is Marching ‹G›On.
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