Battle Hymn of the Republic - The Mormon Tabernacle Choir

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 has loosed the fateful lightening

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 altar

In the evening dews and damps

I can read his righteous sentence

By the dim and flaring lamps

His day is marching on I have read a fiery gospel

Writ in burnish`d 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

Since God is marching on Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Our God is marching on He has sounded form 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 Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Our God is marching on ln 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

While God is marching on Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Our God is marching on