Battle Hymn - Rescue translation in French

Battle Hymn

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 lightning
Of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his presence
That transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy,
Let us live to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
He is coming like the glory
Of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty,
He is help to the brave;
So the world shall be his footstool,
And the soul of wrong his slave.
Our God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on.

Cantique de la bataille

Mes yeux ont vu la gloire
De la venue du Seigneur ;
Il foule aux pieds le pressoir
Où sont stockés les raisins de la colère ;
Il a déchaîné la foudre fatidique
De sa terrible épée rapide ;
Sa vérité marche.
Gloire, gloire, alléluia !
Gloire, gloire, alléluia !
Gloire, gloire, alléluia !
Sa vérité marche.
Dans la beauté des lis
Le Christ est né de l’autre côté de la mer,
Avec une gloire dans sa présence
Qui te transfigure, toi et moi ;
Comme il est mort pour rendre les hommes saints,
Vivons pour rendre les hommes libres,
Alors que Dieu marche.
Gloire, gloire, alléluia !
Gloire, gloire, alléluia !
Gloire, gloire, alléluia !
Sa vérité marche.
Il vient comme la gloire
Du matin sur la vague,
Il est la sagesse pour les puissants,
Il est l’aide pour les braves ;
Ainsi, le monde sera son marchepied,
Et l’âme du mal son esclave.
Notre Dieu marche.
Gloire, gloire, alléluia !
Gloire, gloire, alléluia !
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Sa vérité marche.