Our kids and the Kennards marching around the house as they sing The Battle Hymn of the Republic. The kids dressed up in any armor they could find out of the imagination basket, and chose an instrument from the music box.
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 lightening of his terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.
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,
While God is marching on!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth 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 did 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!
His truth is marching on.
Julia Ward Howe, the author of this song, wrote it after a visit to a Union army camp. She deeply hated slavery,a nd she felt inspired as she wrote these words. This song became the best-known Civil War song and was sung by the Union Army, from the North.
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