171 Battle Hymn Of The Republic

Pengarang lirik: Julia Ward Howe
Pengarang Musik: Lagu Tradisional Amerika
Nada Dasar: 1=Bes 4/4
1
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.
2
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.
3
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.
4
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.
5
We can almost hear the trumpet sound, the Lord’s return is near;
There are still so many people lost, His message they must hear;
Father, give us one more moment, one more day, just one more year;
With God we’re marching on.