The Battle Hymn of the Republic
The Battle Hymn of the Republic (euskaraz Errepublikaren Gudu Ereserkia) 1861. urtean Julia Ward Howe idazle eta ekintzaileak idatzitako ereserki abolizionista bat da.
| The Battle Hymn of the Republic | |
|---|---|
baliorik ez eta Lena Maria Vendelius (en)  musika-lana | |
| Egilea(k) | baliorik ez eta Lena Maria Vendelius (en) |
| Argitaratze-data | XIX. mendea |
| Izenburua | Battle Hymn of the Republic |
| Jatorrizko herrialdea | Ameriketako Estatu Batuak |
| Ezaugarriak | |
| Hizkuntza | ingelesa |
| Egile-eskubideak | jabetza publiko eta jabetza publiko |
| Hitzak | Julia Ward Howe (en) |
| Bestelako lanak | |
| Musikagilea | William Steffe |
Ameriketako Estatu Batuetako Gerra Zibilan ospetsu eta asko abestua bilakatu zen, noski, betiere Iparraldeko edo Batasunaren aldek gudarosteen artean, hots, esklabotzaren aurkakoen artean. Aldiz, Hegoaldeko Estatu Batuak edo Ameriketako Estatu Konfederatuetan Dixie ereserkia jaun eta jabe zen.
Hitzak aldatu
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.
(Bis)
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.
(Bis)
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."
(Bis)
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.
(Bis)
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.
(Bis)
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.
(Bis)
Kanpo estekak aldatu
Datuak: Q583210
Multimedia: Battle Hymn of the Republic / Q583210
