 | 1877 - 552 pàgines
...of God, let •' us remember that " 'He haa sounded forth a trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat: Be swift, my soul, to answer Him ; be Jubilant, my feet, ' For God is marching on.' " At the conclusion... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pàgines
...trumpet that shall never call retreat ; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat : O, de, And wish you health and love and mirth, As fits the solemn Christmas-tide. A In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures... | |
 | Mary Mapes Dodge - 1917 - 592 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... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 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 Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 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... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 pàgines
...trumpet , that shall never call retreat; He ¡s 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 inarching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 576 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. Iniii v In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that... | |
 | Monday Club (Boston). - 1882 - 454 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 I Our God is marching on." THE SEVEN CHOSEN. ACTS vi : 1-15. " Wherefore, brethren, look ye out among... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 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... | |
 | Anna Deborah Richardson - 1877 - 340 pàgines
...While God is marching on." Chorus. " He has sounded forth His trumpet, Which shall never call retreat ; He is sifting out the hearts of men, Before His judgment seat ; LETTER TO THOMAS HODQKIN. 199 Oh ! be swift, my soul, to answer Him ; Be jubilant, my feet : Our... | |
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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. 
