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 lightening
Of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on
Himno de Batalla de la República
Mis ojos han visto la gloria
De la venida del Señor
Él está pisoteando la vendimia
Donde se guardan las uvas de la ira
Él ha soltado el relámpago fatal
De su espada terriblemente veloz
Su verdad avanza
Gloria, gloria, aleluya
Gloria, gloria, aleluya
Gloria, gloria, aleluya
Su verdad avanza
Su verdad avanza