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Show Battle Hymn of the Republic. MRS. JULIA WARD HOWE. Mine eyes hâve 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 lightnings of his terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on! He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreàt; He is sitting out the hearts of men before his judgmenl seat; O be swift, my soûl, 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! ^ The audience is requested to rise and sing the Hymn, written above, when MRS. HOWE steps upon the platform. |