 | Richard Grant White - 1866 - 352 pàgines
...trumpet that shall never call retreat ; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgmentseat: 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 borne across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures... | |
 | 1866 - 930 pàgines
...tbe trumpet that shall retreat; He Is sifting out the heart* of men before fall Judgment seat \ 0, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet! Our God in marching on. Cworus— Marching, &c., Our God is marching on." "In the beauty of the lilies Christ... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1866 - 654 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 seat ; O, he swift, my soul, to answer him ! be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. In the beauty... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1867 - 620 pàgines
...trumpet that shall never call retreat ; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment scat ; O, 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 - 1867 - 602 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 seat ; 0, be swift, my soul, to answer him ! be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. In the beauty... | |
 | James Et Al Parton - 1868 - 656 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... | |
 | Edward Parmelee Smith - 1869 - 602 pàgines
...that shall never call retreat ; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat : O ! 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... | |
 | James Parton - 1869 - 702 pàgines
...trumpet that shall never call retreat; He Is sifting out the hearts of men before his jndgment-seat; Oh, be' swift, my soul, to answer him, be jubilant, my feet I Our God Is marching on. " In the beauty of the lilies Christ was horn across the sea, With a glory... | |
 | Robert Mackenzie - 1870 - 286 pàgines
...trumpet that shall never call retreat; lie 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... | |
 | 1870 - 252 pàgines
...trumpet that shall never call retreat: He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat; O, 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... | |
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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. 
