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!
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement seat
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him and be jubilant my feet
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 the 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!
His truth is marching on!
Hymne de bataille de la République
Mes yeux ont vu la gloire de l'arrivée du Seigneur
Il piétine le vin où sont stockés les raisins de la colère
Il a libéré l'éclair fatidique de Son épée terrible et rapide
Sa vérité avance !
Gloire, gloire hallelujah !
Gloire, gloire hallelujah !
Gloire, gloire hallelujah !
Sa vérité avance !
Il a sonné la trompette qui ne sonnera jamais le retrait
Il filtre les cœurs des hommes devant Son siège de jugement
Ô sois rapide, mon âme, pour Lui répondre et que mes pieds soient joyeux
Sa vérité avance !
Gloire, gloire hallelujah !
Gloire, gloire hallelujah !
Gloire, gloire hallelujah !
Sa vérité avance !
Dans la beauté des lys, le Christ est né au-delà des mers
Avec la gloire dans Son sein qui nous transfigure, toi et moi
Comme Il est mort pour rendre les hommes saints, vivons pour rendre les hommes libres
Tandis que Dieu avance !
Gloire, gloire hallelujah !
Gloire, gloire hallelujah !
Gloire, gloire hallelujah !
Sa vérité avance !
Sa vérité avance !