To: goldworldnet who wrote (315372 ) 7/18/2009 2:07:45 AM From: KLP 10 Recommendations Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 793838 We went today to a Memorial for a long time friend...former Marine aviator, now retired NW pilot, Boy Scout Leader, an all around wonderful man...His son was the quarterback, one of ours was the running back, and our other son was center of our local HS team...Great years, and wonderful family. On a 90 degree day here in Seattle, church was packed, with most men in suits and ties...Lou was that kind of guy. The first hymm was one of my favorites, and we didn't get through the first two lines, and my eyes wouldn't stop leaking.... Obviously, people still admire and love honest, ethical and dedicated men (and women) who go out of their way to help others as part of their life's work. The Battle Hymn of the Republic - 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) I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my condemners, 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) 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) 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) 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) Original appearance of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” in The Atlantic Monthly magazine, 1862. Image credit: Wikipedia