«Боевой гимн Республики» (англ. The Battle Hymn of the Republic) — американская патриотическая песня, в основе которой лежит музыка песни аболиционистов «Тело Джона Брауна» (первоначально написанной в честь Джона Брауна — борца за расовое равноправие, поднявшего в 1859 году восстание против рабства в США и казненного за мятеж). В подавляющем большинстве случаев исполняется со словами, написанными в 1861 году, впервые опубликованными в The Atlantic Monthly в 1862 году и приобретшими популярность среди северян во время Гражданской войны в США. Песня написана в жанре протестантского религиозного гимна. Известна, прежде всего, благодаря рефрену Glory, glory, hallelujah! (Слава, слава, Аллилуйя!).

Lirycs 

1 

Mine eyes have seen the glory of [bad word] 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 [bad word] is marching on.
 [bad word] 

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His [bad word] is marching on.

2

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.
 [bad word] 
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.

3 

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, [bad word] the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on."
 [bad word] 

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.

4

He has sounded forth the [bad word] 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.
 [bad word] 
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

5

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.
 [bad word] 
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.

6

He [bad word] 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.
 [bad word]  

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.