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Battle hymn of the Republic (Glory, Glory, Hallelujah) - NAC Cape Town Male Choir

The NAC Cape Town Male Choir’s rendition of "Battle Hymn of the Republic," conducted by Grant George, is a powerful and stirring performance that resonates with both historical gravitas and emotional fervor. Conducted by Grant George, the NAC Cape Town Male Choir transforms "Battle Hymn of the Republic" into a monumental choral experience. George’s conducting is masterful, guiding the ensemble with precision and passion, allowing the music to swell from moments of quiet intensity to thunderous climaxes. The male voices, rich with deep basses and soaring tenors, blend in a harmonious wall of sound that fills the space with a sense of grandeur. Each verse builds with deliberate momentum, the choir’s disciplined harmonies conveying both the solemnity of the hymn’s origins and the uplifting spirit of its refrain, "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah." "Battle Hymn of the Republic" is an American patriotic and sacred anthem with lyrics by Julia Ward Howe and music adapted from the folk tune "John Brown’s Body." Written in 1861 during the American Civil War, the hymn became a rallying cry for the Union cause, blending themes of divine justice, freedom, and sacrifice. The tune, rooted in American camp-meeting spirituals, is both martial and uplifting, with a structure that alternates between reflective verses and the rousing "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah" refrain. Its powerful imagery and fervent tone have made it a staple in choral and patriotic repertoires worldwide. The lyrics of "Battle Hymn of the Republic," penned by Julia Ward Howe, are rich with biblical imagery and themes of divine judgment and liberation. Below is the complete text of the standard version, as it is commonly performed: 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) Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His day 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. (Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! 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. (Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! While God is marching on.