^D7Mine ^Geyes have seen the glory ^GOf the coming of the Lord; He is tr^Campling out the vintage Where the gr^Gapes of wrath are s^D7tored; He hath l^Goosed the fateful lightning Of His t^B7errible swift s^Emword; His t^Amruth is m^D7arching ^Gon...

Glor^Gy, glory, hallelujah! Glor^Cy, glory, hallelujah! Glor^Gy, glory, hallelu^B7jah^Em! His tru^Amth is mar^D7ching on^G.

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.

Misc Traditional - Battle hymn of the republic