The Battle Hymn of the Republic

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The Battle Hymn of the Republic ass eent vun de bekanntste patriotesche Lidder aus den USA.

"The Battle Hymn of the Republic" melody beginning

Den Text gouf während dem Amerikanesche Biergerkrich vun der Abolitionistin Julia Ward Howe geschriwwen. Et sinn nei Versen fir de populären abolitionistesche Marsch "John Brown's Body". Am Feburuar 1862 goufe se fir d'éischt am "The Atlantic Monthly" gedréckt.

Den Numm vum bekannte Roman vum John Steinbeck, "The Grapes of Wrath" , ass een Zitat aus dem zweete Vers vun dëser Schluechthymne, dee selwer op d'Offenbarung (14,19) hiweist.

1960 huet de mormoneschen Tabernakelchouer ee Grammy fir eng Opnam vun der Hymne, an där d'Wierder "let us die to make free men" duerch "let us live to make free men" ersat goufen.

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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.
Refrain:
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
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 honour to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.

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The Battle Hymn of the Republic, 1908