battle hymn of the republic

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 lightening, of his terrible swift sword, his truth is marching on, glory, glory hallelujah, glory, glory hallelujah, glory, glory hallelujah, his truth is marching on, his truth is marching on