The Battle Hymn of the Republic - Bebe Winans перевод на французский

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 hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Sing it!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is shifting 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.
Sing it!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

Le chant de guerre 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 fatale de son épée terriblement rapide ;
Sa vérité marche.
Chante-le !
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia !
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Sa vérité marche.
Il a fait retentir la trompette qui ne sonnera jamais la retraite ;
Il change les cœurs des hommes devant son tribunal ;
Ô mon âme, sois prompte à lui répondre ! sois joyeuse, mes pieds !
Notre Dieu marche.
Chante-le !
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia !
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Notre Dieu marche.
Dans la beauté des lys, le Christ est né de l'autre côté de la mer,
Avec une gloire dans son sein qui te transfigure, toi et moi :
Comme il est mort pour rendre les hommes saints, vivons pour rendre les hommes libres ;
Tant que Dieu marche.
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia !
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Sa vérité marche.
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia !
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Sa vérité marche.