 | Mary Baker Eddy - 1888 - 616 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. JULIA WARD HOWE. If the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness. JESDS. A NIMAL... | |
 | H. L. Chamberlain - 1887 - 382 pàgines
...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, be swift my soul to answer him, be jubilant my feet, Our God is marching on ! '• In the beauty... | |
 | 1888 - 334 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 liltes, Christ was born across the sea, With a glorv in his bosom that transfigures... | |
 | 1888 - 570 pàgines
...of God, let • ' us remember that " ' He has 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 fact, For God is marching on.' "' At the conclusion... | |
 | Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin - 1889 - 524 pàgines
...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. i In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures... | |
 | Byron Wesley King - 1889 - 398 pàgines
...sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. He hath 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. e. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying clouds, the frosty light ; The year is dying in... | |
 | Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. - 1889 - 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... | |
 | George Cary Eggleston - 1889 - 538 pàgines
...trumpet that shall never call retreat ; t He is sifting out the hearts of 1ne^1 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 born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures... | |
 | Jacob W. Shoemaker - 1881 - 220 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 born across the sea, VVith 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. 
