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** BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC **
 
¡®ºÐ³ëÀÇ Æ÷µµ¡¯¿Í °ü·ÃµÈ ¼º°æ ±¸ÀýÀº ¿¹·¹¹Ì¾Æ¿Í ¿äÇÑ °è½Ã·ÏÀ̶ó°í ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

<¿¹·¹¹Ì¾Æ 25Àå 30Àý>
¡°He will thunder from His holy dwelling and roar mightily against His land. He will shout like those who tread the grapes, shout against all who live on earth.¡± Jeremiah 25:30

<¿äÇÑ °è½Ã·Ï 14Àå 19-20Àý>
Revelation 14:19-20, an apocalyptic appeal to divine justice and deliverance from oppression in the final judgment.
¡°And the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vine of the earth, and cast it into the great winepress of the wrath of God. And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.¡±
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<ÀÛ»çÀÚ>: ÁÙ¸®¾Æ ÇÏ¿ì åüÞÈ
                (³²ºÏÀüÀï½Ã ºÏ±º Ä·ÇÁ¸¦ ¹æ¹®Çß´Ù°¡ çÏÊïÀÌ ¶°¿Ã¶ó¼­ íÂÞò¸¦ Çß´Ù°í ÇÔ.)
Julia W. Howe (1819-1910)
Words: Julia W. Howe, 1861, alt. This hymn was born during the American civil war, when Howe visited a Union Army camp on the Potomac River near Wash¡©ing¡©ton, D.C. She heard the soldiers singing the song ¡°John Brown¡¯s Body,¡± and was taken with the strong marching beat. She wrote the words the next day:

I awoke in the grey of the morning, and as I lay waiting for dawn, the long lines of the desired poem began to entwine themselves in my mind, and I said to myself, ¡°I must get up and write these verses, lest I fall asleep and forget them!¡± So I sprang out of bed and in the dim¡©ness found an old stump of a pen, which I remembered using the day before. I scrawled the verses almost without looking at the paper.  (ÇÏ¿ì ¿©»çÀÇ üãͯ)

The hymn appeared in the Atlantic Monthly in 1862. It was sung at the funerals of British statesman Winston Churchill, American Senator Robert Kennedy, and American presidents Ronald Reagan and Richard Nixon. (ÀÌ ³ë·¡´Â óĥ, ·Î¹öÆ® Äɳ׵ð, ·Î³Îµå ·¹ÀÌ°Ç, ¸®Â÷µå ´Ð½¼ÀÇ Àå·Ê½Ä¿¡¼­ ºÒ·Á Áü.)

<ÀÛ°îÀÚ> Á¸ Àª¸®¾ö ½ºÅ×ÇÇ (ÃßÁ¤)>
Music: John Brown¡¯s Body, possibly by John William Steffe (MIDI, score). John Brown was an American abolitionist who led a short lived insurrection to free the slaves.

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                              (* µÎ¹ø° ÁÙ¿¡ 'ºÐ³ëÀÇ Æ÷µµ' °¡»ç°¡ ³ª¿É´Ï´Ù.)

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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day 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! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 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.
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 live to make men free;
[originally ¡¦let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

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