| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | Battle Hymn of the American Republic | | By Julia Ward Howe (1819–1910) |
| | | 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 fatal lightning of his terrible swift sword: | |
| His truth is marching on. | |
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| I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnish’d rows of steel: | |
| ‘As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; | 10 |
| Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel! | |
| Since God is marching on.’ | |
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| He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; | |
| He is sifting out the hearts of men before his Judgment Seat; | |
| O, be swift, my soul to answer Him, be jubilant my feet! | 15 |
| Our God is marching on. | |
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| 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. | 20 | | | |
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