He has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword.
His truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpets that shall never call retreat.
He is lifting up the hearts of man before His judgment seat.
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him. Be jubilant, my feet.
Our God is marching on.[i]
Hearing the Battle Hymn of the Republic in the context of this speech that changed the world, that changed my world, that changed your world, brings out a whole new meaning in the words. The wrath is not anger for anger’s sake or for entertainment’s sake, or to make a buck or to fill in some emotional vacuum.