His pet lambs will meet him on the way; CHORUS. Glory, halle-hallelujah! Glory, halle hallelujah! They will hang Jeff. Davis to a tree! They will hang Jeff. Davis to a tree! Glory, halle CHORUS. hallelujah! Glory, halle-hallelujah ! Glory, halle hallelujah ! As they march along! Now, three rousing cheers for the Union! Glory, halle CHORUS. hallelujah ! Glory, halle Glory, halle-hallelujah! 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. 69 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. And 't is ours to lead the van, We are sprung from noble sires, The gifts of every clime, And we 're the richest dowered Brothers then, in Union, strong, We are brothers; and we know Thirty millions of the free See our prairies, sky-surrounded! And our giant rivers roll! Such a land, and such alone, As the nations sweep along To fulfil the hopes of man! Yes, the spirit of our land, With the forests for his crest, Shall yet lead on the nations, Yes, Columbia, great and strong, 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, 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, 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." |