Battle Hymn

 God is so Amazing! As we listen to Him more and more and become so aware of His presence in our lives…all around us…but also in us…I clearly understand thisstroy about Julia Ward Howe.  In fact I heard Battle Hymn…and the music coming up…and went to find on you tube…and found this wonderful person singing and these wonderful instrumentalists as they believe it was done originally! I read the story that is below that Julia speaks of…how she heard the song coming up from her in her sleep…and it kept coming…6 verses…and she had to write down or lose.  Been there…done that! I pray you are also blessed first by the story and then the link I inserted.

The creation of the “Battle Hymn” …written by Julia Ward Howe on the night of November 18, 1861…and published on the front page of  The Atlantic Monthly on February 1862. The song links the judgment of the wicked at the end of time (Isaiah 63 O.T. and Revelation 19 N.T.) with the American Civil War.

Staying at the Willard Hotel in Washington, D. C. on the night of November 18, 1861, Howe awoke with the words of the song in her mind and in near darkness wrote the verses to the “Battle Hymn of the Republic”. Of the writing of the lyrics, Howe remembered:

I went to bed that night as usual, and slept, according to my wont, quite soundly. I awoke in the gray of the morning twilight; and as I lay waiting for the dawn, the long lines of the desired poem began to twine themselves in my mind. Having thought out all the stanzas, I said to myself, ‘I must get up and write these verses down, lest I fall asleep again and forget them.’ So, with a sudden effort, I sprang out of bed, and found in the dimness an old stump of a pen which I remembered to have used the day before. I scrawled the verses almost without looking at the paper.

The sixth verse written by Howe, which is less commonly sung, was not published at that time. The song was also published as a broadside in 1863 by the Supervisory Committee for Recruiting Colored Regiments in Philadelphia.

Julia Ward Howe was the wife of Samuel Gridley Howe, the famed scholar in education of the blind. Samuel and Julia were also active leaders in anti-slavery politics and strong supporters of the Union.

One version of the melody, in C major begins as below. This is an example of the median-octave modal frame.

\relative c'' { \partial 16 g16 g8. g16 g8. f16 e8. g16 c8. d16 e8. e16 e8. d16 c4 c8. c16 a8. a16 a8. b16 c8. c16 b8. a16 \partial 2. g8. a16 g8. e16 g4} \addlyrics {Mine eyes have seen the glo -- ry of the com -- ing of the Lord: He is tramp -- ling out the vin -- tage where the grapes of wrath are stored; }

Lyrics:

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)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.

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)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
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.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

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.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.

* Many modern recordings of the Battle Hymn of the Republic utilize the lyric “As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free” as opposed to the lyric originally written by Julia Ward Howe.

Other versions

Howe’s original manuscript differed slightly from the published version. Most significantly, it included a final verse:

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.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Our God is marching on!

 

 

 Our God is big enough to fill the universe…and small enough to live in my heart! Woooo Hooooooo!!!! Love that she adds Amen!!!!!!! at the end…..Truly a song beloved…I used to play it…chorded myself…I believe that I’m supposed to play it again Sam!

 

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