(Sing the first verse and chorus of "The 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 has 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.1

Every time I hear these words from the "Battle Hymn Of The Republic," I have visions of some old Civil War movie with soldiers marching off to meet their fate in the glory of the battlefield. Such a hymn would truly soothe any of the doubts or fears a soldier might have as he enters the bloody conflict. As the battle was about to commence, he could be sure that he was on the right side, the side of…