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Mine Eyes have seen the Glory.

eyes have seen the glory of the com-ing of the Lord; He is

trampling out the vin tage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath

hallelujah! Glory, glo- ry, hal-le- lu - jah! His truth is marching on.

2 I have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I have read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps ;
His day is marching on.-Glory, etc.

3 I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel:

Bp. Richard Mant.

"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal!"
Let the Hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,

Since God is marching on.-Glory, etc.

4 He has sounded forth the 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.-Glory, etc.

5 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.--Glory, etc.

Mrs. Julia Ward IIowe.

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It came upon the Midnight clear.

Sullivan.

1. It came up - on the mid-night clear, That glo-rious song of

old,

From angels bend-ing near the earth, To touch their harps of

gold:

"Peace on

the earth, good-will to men, From heav'n's all-gra-cious King."

2 Still through the cloven skies they come, 3 But with the woes of sin and strife
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their heavenly music floats

O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.

The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled

Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not

The love-song, which they bring;
Oh, hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing!