The Battle Hymn of the Republic
Lyrics by Julia Ward Howe
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is tramping out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He has loosed the the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword:
His day is marching on!
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;
He hath builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I have read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on!
Chorus:
I have a read a fiery gospel; writ in burnished rows of steel
"As you deal with my comtemners, so with you my grace shall deal";
let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heal:
Since God is marching on!
Chorus:
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!
Chorus:
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his busom that transfigures you and me;
As he died to make men holy let us die to make men free:
While God is marching on!
Chorus:
John Brown's Body (Version 1)
Traditional Soldier's Lyrics
John Brown's Body lies a-mouldring in the grave,
John Brown's Body lies a-mouldring in the grave,
John Brown's Body lies a-mouldring in the grave,
his soul in marching on!
Chorus:
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! His soul is marching on!
The stars of heaven are looking Kindly down,
The stars of heaven are looking Kindly down,
The stars of heaven are looking Kindly down,
on the grave of old John Brown!
Chorus:
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
His soul is marching on!
Chorus:
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
His soul is marching on!
Chorus:
"I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty
land will never be purged away but with blood..."
John Brown's final public statement
John Brown's Body (Version 2)
Lyrics by H. H. Brownell
Old John Brown lies a-mouldring in the grave,
Old John Brown Lies slumbring in his grave,
but John Brown's soul is marching with the brave,
his soul in marching on!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! His soul is marching on!
He shall file in the front where the lines of battle form,
He shall face to the front when the squares of battle form,
Time with the column, and charge with the storm,
where men are marching on!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! True men are marching on!
Ah foul tyrants do you hear him where he comes?
Ah foul traitors do ye know him as he comes?
In the thunder of the cannon, and the roll of the drums,
As we go marching on!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! True men are marching on!
Men may die, and moulder in the dust,
Men may die and arise again from dust,
Shoulder to shoulder in the ranks of the Just,
When heaven is marching on.
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! The Lord is marching on!
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