On February 1, 1862, this poem by Julia Ward Howe, was published in the Atlantic Monthly. The poem has become perhaps the best-known Civil War song of the Union Army, and has come to be a well-loved American patriotic anthem. Words from the first verse ("He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored") inspired John Steinbeck to title his 1939 masterpiece The Grapes of Wrath.
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.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 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 live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 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 honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
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This is just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBEAUTIFUL!!It brought tears and chills to me. Thank-you for sharing this song that I have always loved.
ReplyDeleteGod Bless,
Ginger
Mari,Yes it is.
ReplyDeleteDenise,I'm glad you enjoyed this one.
Ginger,that is what this did to me as well when I saw it on AirmanMom's site and I just had to post it here as well.
Great post with a beautiful song...thanks for sharing it with us.
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Renee,I'm glad you liked this one,thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing, Mike. I think our country needs to return to these traditionaal, patriotic hymns, so rich in history. We need to sing them more in church and in school. God bless America.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Admire your weight loss.. I need to get on the bandwagon, too
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Thank you for sharing this beautiful video Mike. I have always loved this song too.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you for a good week ahead.
Charlotte
Whidbey Woman,Thank you and Yes we need to get back to the roots that formed this country.Too much violence for one.the lack of morals for another.
ReplyDeleteChar72,let's hope that this week will be a good one.today was not good at all.
Whidbey Woman,Thank you and Yes we need to get back to the roots that formed this country.Too much violence for one.the lack of morals for another.
ReplyDeleteChar72,let's hope that this week will be a good one.today was not good at all.