He will thunder from His holy dwelling and roar mightily against His land. He will shout like those who tread the grapes, shout against all who live on earth.
Jeremiah 25:30
Words: Julia W. Howe, 1861, alt. This hymn was born during the American civil war, when Howe and her husband visited a Union Army camp on the Potomac River near Washington, DC, in December 1861. She heard the soldiers singing the song John Brown’s Body, and was taken with the strong marching beat. She wrote the words the next day.
The hymn appeared in the Atlantic Monthly in February 1862. It was sung in the 1936 film San Francisco, which won an Academy Award for Best Sound Recording, and was nominated in five other categories. It was also sung at the funerals of British statesman Winston Churchill, American senator Robert Kennedy, and American presidents Ronald Reagan and Richard Nixon.
Howe’s lyrics are said to have inspired author John Steinbeck to title his famous 1939 novel The Grapes of Wrath.
Music: John Brown’s Body John William Steffe, 1852 (🔊 pdf nwc).
I awoke in the grey of the morning, and as I lay waiting for dawn, the long lines of the desired poem began to entwine themselves in my mind, and I said to myself,
I must get up and write these verses, lest I fall asleep and forget them!So I sprang out of bed and in the dimness found an old stump of a pen, which I remembered using the day before. I scrawled the verses almost without looking at the paper.
Julia Ward Howe
Chaplain Charles C. McCabe, afterward a bishop of the Methodist Episcopal Church, was confined in Libby Prison [Richmond, Virginia] during a part of the [American] Civil War. In his famous lecture on “The Bright Side of Life in Libby Prison” he used to tell this story of the arrival of the news from the Battle of Gettysburg [Pennsylvania]:
I had a relative in Richmond, a staunch rebel. The day they received the first tidings from Gettysburg he came to see me, his face wreathed in smiles:
Have you heard the news?What news?Forty thousand Yankee [Union Army] prisoners on their way to Richmond!I was astounded! In dumb amazement I listened to the Confederate officers speculating where the new prisoners should be stowed away, and how they were to be fed. I went upstairs and told the news. Despondency settled down into every heart.
That night as we assembled for
family prayersand sang, as was always our wont, the Long-meter Doxology, it trembled out from quavering voices up to Him who has said,Glorify me in the fires.I slept none that night, listening wearily to the watch calling the hours and singing out as he did so,
All’s well.When the day broke I waited for the footsteps ofOld Ben,a character well known to every inmate of Libby. He was the prison news agent and sold papers at twenty-five cents apiece.At last his footfall came. He pushed the door ajar, looked around for a moment on the sleepers, and then raising his arms he shouted,
Great news in de papers!Did you ever see a resurrection? I never did but this once. O, how those men sprang to their feet! And what was the news?
The telegraph operator at Martinsburg [West Virginia], when putting those ciphers to the four, had clicked the instrument once too often. There was a mistake of thirty-six thousand! More yet! [General Robert E.] Lee was driven back, the Potomac [River] was swollen, the pontoons [floating bridges] were washed away!
I have stood by when friends long-parted meet again with raining tears and fond embrace, but never did I witness such joy as swept into those strong men’s faces, where the deepest sorrow sat but a moment before.
Well, what did we do? Why, we sang; sang as saved men do; sang till Captains Flynn and Sawyer, immured in the lowest dungeons below and doomed to die within ten days, heard us and wondered; sang till the very walls of Libby quivered in the melody as five hundred of us joined in the chorus of Mrs. Julia Ward Howe’s Battle Hymn of the Republic,
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.This hymn was written in 1861, at the beginning of the Civil War in the United States, inspired partly by the scene of troops hurrying from the North to Southern battlefields. All during that terrible struggle it was the great war song of the Union armies.
Price, pp. 32–33
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.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery Gospel
Spirit 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.
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.
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 live to make men free;
[originally…let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
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 honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool,
And the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.