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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 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

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 can read His Righteous sentence
In 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 burnished rows of steel,
"As ye deal with My contemners
So with you My Grace shall deal,"
Let The Hero born of woman
Crush the serpent with His Heel,
Since GOD is marching on

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 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

(Lyrics Julia Ward Howe. Music
William Steffe 1861)

The Battle Hymn of the Republic is perhaps one of the most stirring
Draw extensively on biblical imagery, including Isaiah 27: 1?

In That Day The LORD will take His terrible Swift
Sword and punish leviathan! (Isaiah 27: 1) AMEN!!!!

L'Hymne de bataille de la République

L'Hymne de bataille de la République

Mes yeux ont vu la gloire
De la venue du Seigneur,
Il foule aux pieds le pressoir
Où les raisins de la colère sont conservés,
Il a déchaîné la foudre fatale
De sa terrible épée rapide,
Sa vérité marche

Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Sa vérité marche

Je l'ai vu dans les feux de joie
De cent camps en cercle,
Ils lui ont construit un autel
Dans les rosées du soir et les vapeurs,
Je peux lire sa sentence juste
Dans les lampes sombres et 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 traites mes contempteurs,
Ainsi ma grâce te traitera »,
Que le héros né de la femme
Ecraser le serpent avec son talon,
Puisque Dieu marche

Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Sa vérité marche
Il a sonné la trompette
Qui ne sonnera jamais la retraite,
Il crible les cœurs des hommes
Devant son tribunal,
Oh, sois rapide, mon âme, à lui répondre !
Sois jubilatoire, mes pieds,
Notre Dieu marche

Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia
Gloire ! Gloire ! Alléluia ! Sa vérité marche

(Paroles de Julia Ward Howe. Musique
William Steffe 1861)

L'hymne de bataille de la République est peut-être l'un des plus stimulants
S'inspirer largement des images bibliques, notamment d'Isaïe 27 : 1 ?

En ce jour, le Seigneur prendra sa terrible épée rapide
Épée et punir le Léviathan ! (Isaïe 27 : 1) AMEN !!!!