Battle Hymn of the Republic - The Tabernacle Choir at Temple Square, Eugene Ormandy & The Philadelphia Orchestra

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 has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword 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 have 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 Truth is marching on I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish'd rows of steel As ye deal with my contempters so with you my grace shall deal Let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel 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 His Truth is marching on His Truth is marching on

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there Oh say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation Blessed with victory and peace, may the heaven rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us as a nation Then conquer we must, when our 'cause is just And this be our motto "In God is our trust" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King, Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing. Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns! Let men their songs employ, While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love, And wonders of His love, And wonders, wonders, of His love. Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King, Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing.

Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful, all ye nations rise Join the triumph of the skies With the angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King! Hail the heav'n-born prince of peace Hail the son of righteousness Light and life to all He brings Ris'n with healing in his wings Mild He lays his glory by Born that man no more may die Born to raise the sons of earth Born to give them second birth Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King!

Consider the lilies of the field, How they grow, how they grow. Consider the birds in the sky, How they fly, how they fly. He clothes the lilies of the field. He feeds the birds in the sky. And He will feed those who trust Him, And guide them with His eye. Consider the sheep of His fold, How they follow where He leads. Though the path may wind across the mountains, He knows the meadows where they feed. He clothes the lilies of the field. He feeds the birds in the sky, And He will feed those who trust Him, And guide them with His eye. Consider the sweet, tender children Who must suffer on this earth. The pains of all of them He carried From the day of His birth. He clothes the lilies of the field, He feeds the lambs in His fold, And He will heal those who trust Him, And make their hearts as gold. He clothes the lilies of the field, He feeds the lambs in His fold, And He will heal those who trust Him, And make their hearts as gold.