The 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:
⁠O, 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.

This poem is in the public domain.