 | Jane Langton - Fiction - 2003 - 348 pages
...and damps; / can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never...retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement seat; O be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Glory,... | |
 | Robert Blaisdell - Poetry - 2003 - 116 pages
...shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel. Since God is marching on." He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never...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.... | |
 | Jane McCaw - Poetry - 2003 - 214 pages
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 | Ace Collins - History - 2009 - 241 pages
...deal"; let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel: Since God is marching on! Chorus He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never...retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgement seat; Oh be swift my soul to answer him! Be jubilant, my feet: Our God is marching on! Chorus... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - Literary Collections - 2003 - 770 pages
...shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on." He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never...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.... | |
 | Marcus Wood - Literary Criticism - 2003 - 772 pages
...of steel: Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.' He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never...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.... | |
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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. 
