HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Evening Star, Issue 16463, 29 June 1917, Page 1

HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

AMERICA'S BATTLE SONG. Tho following hymn was bung in St. Paul's Cathedral, London, on America Day to thu Civil War tuuo of -John Brown's Body': Mine eyes have s«en the glory of tho coming of the Loid; Ho is trampling out the vintage where tho grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fatal lightning of Hi 3 terrible swat sword; His truth is inarching on. Chorus: 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 inarching on. Chorus: Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Hl3 day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As you deal with My contemners, so with you My Grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with Iris heel! •Since God is marching on." Chorus: Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Since God is marching on. Ho has sounded forth tho trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgment Seat; O, be swift, my r-oul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Chorus: Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the Hlie3 Christ was born across tho tea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As Ho died to make men holy, let us die to make men free. While God iii marching on. Chorus: Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Wliile God is inarchiug on.