The Battle Hymn of the Republic

 

Something for the weekend.  As we enjoy the fun and festivities of the Memorial Day Weekend unofficial start of summer, it is fitting and proper that we recall why Monday is a National Holiday.  Tomorrow I will have something for our readers who favor the gray over the blue.

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.
(Chorus)
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 by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day 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.”
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Since God 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.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
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 die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

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Published in: on May 29, 2010 at 4:18 am  Comments (4)  

4 Comments

  1. Thanks for posting this, who are the performers?

    I wonder how many different lyrics have been set to the tune of the Battle Hymn?
    It was adopted by the 1st of Arkansas (Union), used for Grant’s campaign song and the labor anthem Solidarity Forever. Plus John Brown’s Body of course. I’m sure there are plenty of others.

  2. I am not sure who the performers are TC.

    The variant lyrics are endless.

    Here is one that we used to sing with gallow’s humor during my sojourn with the Green Machine in the Seventies.

    “He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright
    He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
    He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
    “You ain’t gonna jump no more!”
    (CHORUS)
    Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
    Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
    Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
    He ain’t gonna jump no more!

    “Is everybody happy?” cried the Sergeant looking up,
    Our Hero feebly answered “Yes,” and then they stood him up;
    He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked,
    And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
    (CHORUS)

    He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
    He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop,
    The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs,
    And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
    (CHORUS)

    The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
    Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
    The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
    And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
    (CHORUS)

    The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
    He thought about the girl back home, the one he’d left behind;
    He thought about the medic corps and wondered what they’d find,
    And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
    (CHORUS)

    The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
    The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled,
    For it had been a week or more since last a ‘chute had failed,
    And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
    (CHORUS)

    He hit the ground, the sound was “Splat,” his blood went spurting high,
    His comrades they were heard to say: “A hell of a way to die!”
    He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore,
    And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
    (CHORUS)

    (slowly, solemnly)
    There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
    Intestines were a’dangling from his Paratrooper suit,
    He was a mess; they picked him up, and poured him from his boots,
    And he ain’t gonna jump no more
    Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
    Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
    Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
    He ain’t gonna jump no more!”

    That was one of the more printable of the songs we used to sing!

  3. Well Don,
    YOUR variant lyrics sure ruins the Hymn… but that’s the Army for ya… go Navy.
    HA!
    Dennis McCutcheon

  4. What can I say Dennis? We ground pounders tend to be rude and crude! :)


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