In 1861 Julia Ward Howe was asked to write new lyrics for the Civil War marching song, “John Brown’s Body.” The words came to her that very night and she got up in the early dawn from her bed in the Willard Hotel in Washington D.C. to pen the words to “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Almost 150 years later I have written new lyrics to fit our time. We are at war once again to save our republic. Th
is time it is not the North versus the South. This time it is the people versus a tyrannical government.
This Independence Day I will not be in a light and festive mood. Our constitution is being ripped to shreds and our voices are being ignored, if not stifled. My heart is aching for our battered nation.
is time it is not the North versus the South. This time it is the people versus a tyrannical government.This Independence Day I will not be in a light and festive mood. Our constitution is being ripped to shreds and our voices are being ignored, if not stifled. My heart is aching for our battered nation.
OUR NEW BATTLE CRY
MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE FOLLY OF THE ONE WHO THINKS HE’S LORD,
HE IS TRAMPLING OUT THE COFFERS WHERE OUR WEALTH AND PRIDE ARE STORED.
HE HATH LOOSED THE FATEFUL LIGHTNING OF HIS SMOOTH DECEITFUL TONGUE.
HIS SCHEME IS MARCHING ON.
SADLY, SADLY WE ARE CHANGING,
SADLY, SADLY WE ARE CHANGING,
SADLY, SADLY WE ARE CHANGING,
SADLY, SADLY WE ARE CHANGING
HIS PLANS ARE MARCHING ON.
I HAVE SEEN HIM IN THE GAZES OF THOSE LARGE ADORING THRONGS.
I HAVE SEEN HIM IN THE GAZES OF THOSE LARGE ADORING THRONGS.
THEY HAVE BUILDED HIM AN ALTAR WHERE HE CARRIES OUT HIS WRONGS.
I HAVE SEEN HIS POMPOUS ACTIONS CONTRADICT HIS SPOKEN WORD.
HIS GREED IS MARCHING ON.
CHORUS
WE ARE SOUNDING FORTH THE TRUMPET THAT WE NEVER SHALL RETREAT.
CHORUS
WE ARE SOUNDING FORTH THE TRUMPET THAT WE NEVER SHALL RETREAT.
WE WILL GATHER UP IN MASSES AND WILL MARCH FOR HIS DEFEAT.
BE STRONG OUR SOULS TO PERSEVERE, TO TAKE IT TO THE STREET.
OUR WILL IS MARCHING ON.
CHORUS
IN THE BEAUTY OF THE LILIES CHRIST WAS BORN ACROSS THE SEA.
CHORUS
IN THE BEAUTY OF THE LILIES CHRIST WAS BORN ACROSS THE SEA.
WITH THE GLORY IN HIS BOSOM HE TRANSFIGURED YOU AND ME.
AS HE DIED TO MAKE MEN HOLY, LET US LIVE TO MAKE MEN FREE.
WHILE GOD IS MARCHING ON.
GLORY, GLORY, HALLELUJAH!
GLORY, GLORY, HALLELUJAH!
GLORY, GLORY, HALLELUJAH!
GLORY, GLORY, HALLELUJAH!
OUR GOD IS MARCHING ON.
I kept Howe’s fifth verse and used it as my last. There will never be a need to change that.
PROUD TO BE YOUR PREZ
(Our Secretary of State/Editor/Blog Manager/Grunt will be on..gasp..vacation until the latter part of July. She’s the one that does the fancy stuff. Sorry, I’m forced to take a break until her return. Be safe over the holiday.)
PROUD TO BE YOUR PREZ
(Our Secretary of State/Editor/Blog Manager/Grunt will be on..gasp..vacation until the latter part of July. She’s the one that does the fancy stuff. Sorry, I’m forced to take a break until her return. Be safe over the holiday.)
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