Battle Hymn of the Republic. Julia Ward Howe. (Pat's Pick, page 90: Franklin Square No. 2, page 117.) 2 Flats. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming' of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes ov wrath are stored; He has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. CHORUS—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.— Cho. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judg ment seat; O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.—Cho.