[This text is from the Atlantic Monthly, February 1862, page 1.]
Battle Hymn of the Republic.
By Mrs. Julia Ward Howe.
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:
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an alter in the evening down and damps;
I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
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,
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!
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,