His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
As they go marching on!

CHORUS.

Glory, halle-hallelujah! Glory, halle hallelujah!

They will hang Jeff. Davis to a tree!
They will hang Jeff. Davis to a tree!

They will hang Jeff. Davis to a tree!
As they march along!

Glory, halle

CHORUS.

hallelujah! Glory, halle-hallelujah !

Glory, halle hallelujah !

As they march along!

Now, three rousing cheers for the Union!
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union!
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union!
As we are marching on!

Glory, halle

CHORUS.

hallelujah ! Glory, halle

Glory, halle-hallelujah!
Hip, hip, hip, hip, Hurrah!

BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC.

BY MRS. JULIA WARD HOWE.

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 have 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 borne 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.

THE NATION'S HYMN.

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THE NATION'S HYMN.

OUR past is bright and grand

In the purple tints of time; And the present of our land,

Points to glories more sublime.
For our destiny is won;

And 't is ours to lead the van,
Of the nations marching on,
Of the moving hosts of man!
Yes, the Starry Flag alone,
Shall wave above the van,
Of the nations sweeping on,
Of the moving hosts of man!

We are sprung from noble sires,
As were ever sung in song;
We are bold with Freedom's fires,
We are rich, and wise, and strong.
On us are freely showered

The gifts of every clime,

And we 're the richest dowered
Of all the heirs of Time!

Brothers then, in Union, strong,
We shall ever lead the van,
As the nations sweep along,
To fulfil the hopes of man!

We are brothers; and we know
That our Union is a tower,
When the fiercest whirlwinds blow,
And the darkest tempests lower!
We shall sweep the land and sea,
While we march, in Union, great,

Thirty millions of the free
With the steady step of fate!
Brothers then, in Union, strong,
Let us ever lead the van,
As the nations sweep along,
To fulfil the hopes of man!

See our prairies, sky-surrounded!
See our sunlit mountain chains!
See our waving woods, unbounded,
And our cities on the plains!
See the oceans kiss our strand,
Oceans stretched from pole to pole!
See our mighty lakes expand,

And our giant rivers roll!

Such a land, and such alone,
Should be leader of the van,

As the nations sweep along

To fulfil the hopes of man!

Yes, the spirit of our land,
The young giant of the West,
With the waters in his hand,

With the forests for his crest,
To our hearts' quick, proud pulsations,
To our shouts that still increase,

Shall yet lead on the nations,
To their brotherhood of peace!

Yes, Columbia, great and strong,
Shall forever lead the van,
As the nations sweep along,

To fulfil the hopes of man!

THE harp of the minstrel with melody rings,

When the Muses have taught him to touch and to

tune it;

And although it may have a full octave of strings,
To both maker and minstrel the harp is a unit.
So, the power that creates

Our Republic of States,

To harmony tunes them at different dates; And, many or few, when the Union is done, Be they thirteen or thirty, the nation is one.

II.

The science that measures and numbers the spheres,

And has done so since first the Chaldean began it, Now and then, as she counts them, and measures their

years,

Brings into our system and names a new planet.

Yet the old and new stars,

Venus, Neptune, and Mars,

As they drive round the sun their invisible cars,
Whether faster or slower their races are run,
Are "E Pluribus Unum"- of many made one.

III.

Of those federate spheres, should but one fly the track,

Or with others conspire for a general dispersion,

By the great central orb they would all be brought back,

And held, each in its place, by a wholesome "coercion."