Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory

Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory, sometimes also called the King's Battle Hymn is the national anthem of the Apostolic Kingdom of Urcea. The lyrics originate from a number of marching songs improvised by soldiers of the Royal Army during the Third Caroline War. Various versions of the similar song were subsequently gathered by composer Conchobar Memius in the early 1850s and put to a tune he had been seeking lyrics for for a few years. The new composition became immediately popular as a patriotic song and King Aedanicus VIII was known to enjoy the Christian and militaristic themes of the song, eventually pushing for it to be adopted as the Kingdom's national anthem in 1864.

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 truth 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.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,

So as you serve your King "so with you my grace shall deal";

Let every man among us march and every man kneel,

Since God is marching on.

(Chorus)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!


 * His truth 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.