The Battle Hymn of Minneapolis

My eyes have seen the glory of the city that won’t fall,

Seen it shelter in its bosom hunted children, big and small;

I have seen the hunters pushed back and spat on in front of all,

The city's standing strong.

Glory, glory, hallelujah,

The city's standing strong.

George, roused from gentle slumber by his vine and his fig tree,

Saw fresh tyrants threaten terror, ached to call out for a steed,

Then he saw that Minneapolis held firm in thought and deed,

And proudly he smiled on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah,

So proudly he smiled on.

As Abe stood deep in grieving by the million Union men,

Voiceless now to move the living to beat evil back again,

The songs of Minnesota soothed his soul with their refrain—

Friend Abe, they carry on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah,

Yes, Abe, they carry on.

At the Hall of Heroes’ entrance Martin stood twice in two weeks

There to welcome the new martyrs with tears running down his cheeks,

And he told them “Lay your burdens at your brethren’s tireless feet,

For, look, they carry on.”

Glory, glory, hallelujah,

Yes, still they carry on.

In the whirlwind stand two women who well know their time is here:

One is blind, the other bloodied, yet they know no pain nor fear;

One holds sword and one holds flame—their blazing promise perseveres:

For all they shall stand strong.

Glory, glory, hallelujah,

By them we shall stand strong.