Alexander Campbell

The Battle Hymn off the Republic is an American patriotic song written by Julia Ward Howe during the American Civil war. He was especially sung in North because he asked the release of the slaves of the South. He was initially published in the review Atlantic Monthly. Sometimes, it is known as that this song preaches contrary values with Dixie, the song of the South.

One of the versions, in major C, starts thus

Words of the song

Mine eyes cuts seen the glory off the coming off the Lord:

He is trampling out the vintage where the bunches off wrath are stored;

terrible He hath loosed the fateful lightning off His swift sword:

His truth is marching one.

( Refrain )

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His truth is marching one

I cuts seen Him in the watch-fires off has hundred circling camps,

They cuts builded Him year altar in the evening dews and damps;

I edge read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:

His day is marching one.

Refrain

I cuts read has fiery gospel writ in burnished rows off steel:

"Ace ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;

Let the Hero, born off woman, crush the snake with his heel,

Since God is marching on."

Refrain

He has sounded forth the Trumpet that shall never cal retreat;

He is sifting out the hearts off men before His judgment-seat:

Oh, Be swift, my drunk, to answer Him! jubilant Be, my feet!

Our God is marching one.

Refrain

In the beauty off the lilies Christ was born across the sea,

With has glory in his bosom that transfigure you and me:

Ace He died to make men holy, let custom die to make men free , (sometimes " let custom live to make men free ")

While God is marching one.

Refrain

He is coming like the glory off the morning one the wave,

He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave man;

So the world shall Be drunk His footstool, and the off wrong Slavic His,

Our God is marching one.

Refrain

The Anthem of battle of the Republic (French translation)

My eyes saw the glory of the arrival of the Lord;

It tramples the vineyard where are kept the grapes of anger;

It released the fateful lightning of its terrible and fast sword;

Its truth is moving.

( Refrain )

Glory! Glory! Alleluia!

Its Vérité is moving.

I saw it in lit fires of one hundred camps in circle

They built to him a furnace bridge in the moist dew of the night

I can read his virtuous sentence with the gleam of the weak and widened lamps;

Its day is moving.

( Refrain )

I read a burning Évangile written in smooth lines of steel:

"As you deal with the miens, in the same way my grace will deal with vous":

Let the hero born of a woman crush the snake with her heel,

Since God is moving.

( Refrain )

It strongly sounded trumpet which will never call with the retirement;

It examines the hearts of the men in front of his throne of Justice;

Ah, would be fast, my heart, to answer Him are sharp, my feet!

Our God is moving.

( Refrain )

In the beauty of the Lys Christ was born on the other side of the ocean,

With in its chest the glory which transfigures us you and me;

As it died to make the men holy, pimpernels to return the free men;

While God is moving.

( Refrain )

It comes like glory the morning from the new offering,

It is the wisdom of powerful, It is the honor of the brave men;

Alors the world will be Its stool, and the bad heart Its slave,

Our God is moving.

( Refrain )

This anthem was initially composed as an alternative with the battle song John Brown' S Body. He was played much funeral, those of Winston Churchill and Ronald Reagan for example, because he evokes patriotic and religious feelings with the memory of an individual.

To deepen

Scholes, Percy A. (1955). " John Brown' S Body" , The Oxford Companion off Music . Ninth edition. London: Oxford University Near.
Jackson. Popular Songs off Nineteenth-Century America , note on " Battle Hymn off the Republic" , p.263-4

External bonds

To listen to the song

To read the original article of 1862 in Atlantic Monthly where the song was published (subscribed only)

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