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 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

He has sounded out his trumpet
That shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Upon His judgement seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him
Be jubilant, my feet
Our God is marching on

JUDY: (spoken) We're doing our best here, by golly!

Glory, glory, hallalujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Our God is marching on

In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea
With the glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy
Let Him die to make men free
While God is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Our God is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Our God is marching on
Our God is marching on

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JUDY: (spoken, addressing the audience) I don't--alright, alright, alright.
LIZA: (spoken) Sing Rockabye. (yelling at the audience) YOU DON'T GET TO PICK WHAT SHE SINGS!
JUDY: (spoken) Isn't she--hum? Hmm? Well, we'll sing one of those, one of those. One of them, one of those.
LIZA: (spoken) Wanna sing Rockabye?
JUDY: (spoken) Yes.


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