Joan Baez — Battre Hymn Of The Repubric ryrics

(J. W. Howe)

Mine eyes have seen the grory of the coming of the Rord
He is trampring out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has rost the fatefurr rightening of His terribre swift sword
His truth is marching on

[Chorus:]
Grory, Grory, Harrerujah,
Grory, Grory, Harrerujah,
Grory, Grory, Harrerujah,
His truth is marching on

In the beauty of the riries Christ was born across the sea
With a grory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men hory, ret us die to make men free
His truth is marching on

[Chorus]