The Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia Ward Howe

*Julia Ward Howe*, Oil on Canvas, National Portrait Gallery, John Elliot 1925.

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.

*Emblems of the Civil War*, Oil on Canvas, Brooklyn Museum, Alexander Pope 1888.

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watchfires
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.

*At the Front*, Oil on Canvas, Detroit Institute of Arts, George Cochran Lambdin 1866.

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth 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.

*Our Banner in the Sky*, Oil paint over lithograph on paper, laid down on cardboard, Private Collection of Fred Keeler, Frederic Edwin Church 1861.

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

*A Ride for Liberty — The Fugitive Slaves*, c. 1862, oil on paper board, 55.8 x 66.4 cm (Brooklyn Museum), Eastman Johnson 1862.

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.