<Sacred> A,3
Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
(Battle Hymn of the Republic)
Julia Ward Howe

     A
Mine eyes have seen the glory 

Of the coming of the Lord,
      D
He is trampling out the vintage 
          A
Where the grapes of wrath are stored;
E7     A
He has loosed the fateful lightning 

Of His terrible swift sword:
    D        E7       A   E7
His truth is marching on.

Chorus:
A
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
D                   A
Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
    D        E7       A
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.

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.