 | Ancient and Honorable Artillery Company of Massachusetts - 1853 - 792 pàgines
...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 ! His day is coming on ! I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: As ye deal with... | |
 | 1862 - 586 pàgines
...his heel. 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...Him! be jubilant, my feet! 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... | |
 | John James Geer - 1863 - 302 pàgines
...weary, toilworn race emancipated ! . * He has sounded forth- the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment...Him ! be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. ' "And even to-day, while so many are afraid to trust God, afraid to hope that all this commotion shall... | |
 | John (pilgrim, pseud) - 1863 - 110 pàgines
...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. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - 1863 - 410 pàgines
...Crush the serpent with his heel." He hath sounded forth the trumpet, • That shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men Before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift to give Him answer ! And be jubilant, my feet! In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 pàgines
...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. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 pàgines
...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. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures... | |
 | 1864 - 356 pàgines
...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. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures... | |
 | 1864 - 596 pàgines
...trumpet that shall never call retreat ; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat : 0, be swift, my soul, to answer Him ! be jubilant, my feet ! 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... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - 1864 - 418 pàgines
...Crush t-he serpent with his heel." He hath sounded forth the trumpet, That shall never call, retreat ; He is sifting out the hearts of men Before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift to give Him answer ! And be jubilant, my feet ! In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across... | |
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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. 
