Battle Hymn Of The Republic The chords

[G]Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
[G7]He is [C]trampling out the vintage where the [G]grapes of wrath are [D]stored;
[G]He hath loosed the fateful lightnin[B]g of His terrib[Em]le swift sword:
[Am]His truth[G] is m[D]archi[G]ng on.
[G]Glory, glory, hallelujah!
[C]Glory, glory, hall[G]elujah!
[G]Glory, glory, hall[Em]elujah!
[Am]His truth[G] is m[D]arch[G]ing on.

[G]I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
[G7]They h[C]ave builded Him an altar in the even[G]ing dews and damps; [D]
[G]I can read His righteous sentence b[B]y the dim and f[Em]laring lamps:
[Am]His day i[G]s mar[D]ching[G] on.
[G]Glory, glory, hallelujah!
[C]Glory, glory, hall[G]elujah!
[G]Glory, glory, hall[Em]elujah!
[Am]His day i[G]s mar[D]chin[G]g on.

[G]I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
[G7]"As ye[C] deal with my contemners, so with yo[G]u my grace shall dea[D]l;
[G]Let the Hero, born of woman, crush [B]the serpent wit[Em]h his heel,
[Am]Since God[G] is m[D]archi[G]ng on."
[G]Glory, glory, hallelujah!
[C]Glory, glory, hall[G]elujah!
[G]Glory, glory, hall[Em]elujah!
[Am]Since God[G] is m[D]arch[G]ing on.

[G]He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
[G7]He is [C]sifting out the hearts of men before[G] His judgment-seat: [D]
[G]Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Hi[B]m! be jubilant,[Em] my feet!
[Am]Our God i[G]s mar[D]ching[G] on.
[G]Glory, glory, hallelujah!
[C]Glory, glory, hall[G]elujah!
[G]Glory, glory, hall[Em]elujah!
[Am]Our God i[G]s mar[D]chin[G]g on.

[G]In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
[G7]With a[C] glory in His bosom that transfigure[G]s you and me: [D]
[G]As He died to make men holy, let us[B] die to make me[Em]n free,
[Am]While God[G] is m[D]archi[G]ng on.
[G]Glory, glory, hallelujah!
[C]Glory, glory, hall[G]elujah!
[G]Glory, glory, hall[Em]elujah!
[Am]While God[G] is m[D]arch[G]ing on.

[G]He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
[G7]He is [C]Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour [G]to the brave, [D]
[G]So the world shall be His footstool[B] , and the soul [Em]of Time His slave,
[Am]Our God i[G]s mar[D]ching[G] on.
[G]Glory, glory, hallelujah!
[C]Glory, glory, hall[G]elujah!
[G]Glory, glory, hall[Em]elujah!
[Am]Our God i[G]s mar[D]chin[G]g on.