Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!: The Story of "john Browns Body" and "battle Hymn of the Republic" by Boyd Blynn StutlerExcerpt from Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!: The Story of John Browns Body And Battle Hymn of the Republic
Song, on the other hand, provided much of the driving force which made men suffer untold hard ships and death in defense of country and fireside. Dixie, john Browns Body, Hinky, Dinky, Parley-voo from the lusty throats of the marchers, heightened by the rhythmic beat of the drum accelerated the tramp of marching feet and lightened the burden.
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Glory, Glory Hallelujah
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This is an excellent bit of musical history that many Elvis fans are completely unaware of. It all began with songwriter Mickey Newbury, and one fateful evening in Hollywood when Newbury was asked to perform for a distinguished crowd that included Kris Kristofferson, Barbara Streisand, Mama Cass, Joan Baez, and most notably, singer and civil rights activist Odetta. He stared deep into the past with a gaze haunted and pained, conjuring the sorrow of age through a melody as familiar and urgent as a bugle call and a voice soaring, gentle and pure. A voice that seemed so much larger than the body it inhabited. But then, everything about Mickey Newbury seemed unassuming.
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! Hallelujah Glory! 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 in the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on Glory! His truth is marching on 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 Glory! His truth 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!