DLTK's Poems
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 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 burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my
contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of
woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on."
He has sounded forth 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.
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.
He is coming like the glory of the
morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to
the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time
His slave,
Our God is marching on.
