A+Battle+Hymn

A Battle Hymn
By George Henry Boker

If our foemen have the right, Show Thy judgment in our sight Through the fortunes of the fight!

If our cause be pure and just, Nerve our courage with Thy trust: Scatter, in Thy bitter wrath, All who cross the nation’s path: May the baffled traitors fly, As the vapors from the sky When Thy raging winds are high!

God of mercy, some must fall In Thy holy cause. Not all Hope to sing the victor’s lay, When the sword is laid away. Brief will be the prayers then said; Falling at Thy altar dead, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;">Take the sacrifice instead!

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;">Now, O God, once more we rise, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;">Marching on beneath Thy eyes; <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;">And we draw the sacred sword <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;">In Thy name and at Thy word. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;">May our spirits clearly see <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;">Thee, through all that is to be, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;">In defeat or victory!