Lyrics and translation Lee Greenwood - The Battle Hymn of the Republic

The 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 has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
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 have 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 Truth is marching on

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish'd rows of steel
As ye deal with my contempters so with you my grace shall deal
Let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
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
His Truth is marching on
His Truth is marching on

L'hymne de bataille de la République

Mes yeux ont vu la gloire de la venue du Seigneur
Il foule aux pieds le raisin où les raisins de la colère sont entreposés
Il a déchaîné la foudre fatidique de son épée terrible et rapide
Sa vérité marche

Je l'ai vu dans les feux de garde de cent camps circulaires
Ils lui ont bâti un autel dans les rosées et les vapeurs du soir
J'ai lu sa sentence juste à la lueur des lampes vacillantes
Son jour marche

Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Sa vérité marche

J'ai lu un évangile ardent écrit en rangées d'acier poli
Comme tu traiteras mes contempteurs, ainsi ma grâce te traitera
Que le héros né de la femme écrase le serpent avec son talon
Puisque Dieu marche

Il a sonné du clairon qui ne sonnera jamais la retraite
Il est en train de passer au crible les cœurs des hommes devant son tribunal
Oh, sois rapide, mon âme, pour lui répondre, sois jubilatoire, mes pieds
Notre Dieu marche

Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Sa vérité marche
Sa vérité marche