Medley (Battle Hymn of the Republic, Grand Old Flag, America The Beautiful) - 4TROOPS, Peter Calo, Rob Mounsey

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.

You’re a grand old flag,

You’re a high flying flag

And forever in peace may you wave.

You’re the emblem of

The land we love.

The home of the free and the brave.

Ev’ry heart beats true

'neath the Red, White and Blue,

Where there’s never a boast or brag.

But should auld acquaintance be forgot,

Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

Grand old flag, yeah.

You’re a grand old flag,

You’re a high flying flag

And forever in peace may you wave.

You’re the emblem of

The land we love.

The home of the free and the brave.

Ev’ry heart beats true

'neath the Red, White and Blue,

Where there’s never a boast or brag.

But should auld acquaintance be forgot,

Keep your eye on the grand old

O beautiful for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain,

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain!

America!

America!

God shed his grace on thee

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for patriot dream

That sees beyond the years

Thine alabaster cities gleam

Undimmed by human tears!

America!

America!

God shed his grace on thee

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.