If you think I have posted this before, I have. This is the first edit of that version. I've made its syllabic
format more in line with the Battle Hymn and edited some of the verses to better say what I wanted to say. I don't know if I'm through or not. Please offer any comments you feel like giving after you have read this. Also submit any ideas you may have for extra stanzas; not that I don't have quite a few already. Remember, opinions don't matter unless they are given for consideration. These are the times to be involved. I have left the original preface for my attempt, so I can maintain some kind of history for my own reference
The Battle Hymn of the Republic was the rallying song for the United States of America during the Civil War. It was written and published the first time in February 1862; shortly after the war began.
I woke up this morning, about 4:00 AM with the Battle Hymn on my mind and thought I would try to write words pertaining to our war on the Coronavirus, to be sung to the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic. I have been working on it for almost five hours and would appreciate your comments on my attempt.
I hope I haven't diminished the seriousness of the original words with the humor, I have used at times, in this attempt.
Here are the words to the Battle Hymn of the Republic
Just go to your browser to find versions played by all the Armed Forces Band and Choirs
You won't regret it; very touching
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.
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.
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished 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.
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.
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.
God helps us through everything, we only have ask and believe