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wp t BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Mine eyes have seén the glory of the ‘coming of the Lord; . Ho is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He hath loosed the fateful Mentning of His terrible swift sword, "His truth is marching on. Chorus: Dee Glory! Giowyt glory? Hallelujah} 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 lemps, Bis day is marching on. He hes sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; _- He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat; ° : _ Oh, be ewift, my soul, to answer Him! our God is marching one COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN O Columbia, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, A world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When Liberty's form stands in view; Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white und blue; When borne by the red, white and blue, When borne by the red, white and blue; Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue. When war wing'd its wide desolation, And threatened the land to deform, The ark then of freedom's foundation, Columbia rode safe thro' the storm: With the garlands of victrty around her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white and blue; The boast of the red, white and blue, The boast of the red, white and blue; With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white and blue. The star-spangiled banner bring hither, Oter Columbia's true sons let it wave; May the wreaths they have won never wither, Nor its stars cease to shine on the braver May the service, united, ne'er sever, But hold to their colors so true; The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue; sic uper thi n President American Society for the Preseryat j ( “ be jubilant, my feet! Three cheers for the red, white and blue Three cheers for the red, white and blur The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blur YANKEE DOODLE Fath'r and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Goodtin, And there we saw the men and boys As thick as hasty puddin’. Chorust Yankee Doodle, keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy; | Mind the music and the step, And with the girls’ be handy. i | And there we see a thousand men, As rich as Squire David; And what they wasted ev'ry day, I wish it could be saved. And there was Captain Washington, | Upon a slapping stallion, A-giving orders to his men; I I guess there was a million ' And then the feathers on his hat, They looked so very fine, aht I wanted peskily to get To give to my Jemima.