Just in time for the Fourth of July:

Lyrics: Julia Ward Howe, 1861.
Music: JOHN BROWN’S BODY, possibly by John William Steffe.
Theme:

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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

OK, so the story I remember is that Ms. Howe heard the soldiers singing John Brown’s Body, a popular song about the abolitionist John Brown, and thought the tune ought to have better lyrics. So she sat down and wrote The Battle Hymn of The Republic. That’s the gist of the story as told here at about.com.

Mrs. Howe later wrote:

I went to bed and slept as usual, but awoke the next morning in the gray of the early dawn, and to my astonishment found that the wished-for lines were arranging themselves in my brain. I lay quite still until the last verse had completed itself in my thoughts, then hastily arose, saying to myself, I shall lose this if I don’t write it down immediately. I searched for an old sheet of paper and an old stub of a pen which I had had the night before, and began to scrawl the lines almost without looking, as I learned to do by often scratching down verses in the darkened room when my little children were sleeping. Having completed this, I lay down again and fell asleep, but not before feeling that something of importance had happened to me.”

Here the inimitable Orson Welles tells the story of the origin of The Battle Hymn of the Republic:

The Yankees loved it. The defeated Southerners, not so much. But we (I do consider myself a Southerner, even though I’m from West Texas) have come around in the last hundred years or so. I would estimate Julia Ward Howe’s Battle Hymn is nearly as popular down here in Dixie as it is up North nowadays.

Back in the day before we had an official one, Theodore Roosevelt suggested that The Battle Hymn of the Republic would make a fine national anthem. However, not everyone agreed:

“THE “Battle Hymn of the Republic ” is fine, sonorous, and has an undoubted gait and march to it. What will keep it from any popular acceptance is that its march, however captivating, will not offset the fact that its words mean nothing, convey no impression, and, as a matter of fact, never have been used except as tour de force when somebody ordered or procured them to be sung. ~Frank Carpenter, New York Times, August 8, 1908.

One of my survey participants says this song must be sung by an all-male choir, and another informs me the tune is called CANAAN’S HAPPY LAND. I don’t know, but here’s the male choir:

Sources:
Julia Ward Howe: Beyond the Battle Hymn of the Republic.
The Atlantic Online: Flashbacks.