Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Watch the Moving Rendition of ‘The Battle Hymn of the Republic’ by the Naval Academy Glee Club During Donald J. Trump’s Historic Inauguration (VIDEO). By Paul Serran (01/21/25)

• The Gateway Pundit Article: thegatewaypundit.com/20…

• Naval Academy Rendition on X (possibly better sound): x.com/KarluskaP/status/…

• Odetta’s rendition on YouTube (also from The Gateway Pundit): youtube.com/watch?v=4Vs…

The Naval Academy Glee Club rendition in the gorgeous Capitol Rotunda was truly inspiring.

Still in tears…

Extraordinary how close we came to losing EVERYTHING!

It feels as though we’ve been in a Civil War for such a long time. We can only hope that our nation can start to heal as Reconstruction begins.

From the Gateway Pundit:

“The Battle Hymn of the Republic” is a patriotic American song – with lyrics by Julia Ward Howe and music by William Steffe – that was written during the American Civil War in 1861, and quickly became a powerful anthem for the Union forces.

Lyrics (songofamerica.net/song/…)

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The Battle Hymn of the Republic by 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: His truth is marching on.

Chorus: 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.

Chorus

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, Since God is marching on.”

Chorus

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.

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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.

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He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave, So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave, Our God is marching on.

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