 | 1862 - 586 pagini
...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 you and me; He... | |
 | J. W. Dadmun - 1862 - 158 pagini
...never call retreat ; i 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. 5 In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures... | |
 | John (pilgrim, pseud) - 1863 - 110 pagini
...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 you and me: As he... | |
 | John James Geer - 1863 - 302 pagini
...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. ' "And even to-day, while so many are afraid to trust God, afraid to hope that all this commotion shall... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 pagini
...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 you and me ; As... | |
 | 1864 - 356 pagini
...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 you and me ; As... | |
 | 1864 - 596 pagini
...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 you and me : As... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 pagini
...is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat ; Oh ! be swift, my soul, to answer Hitn ! 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 you and me ; As... | |
 | 1865 - 356 pagini
...{hall never call retreat ; He is fifting 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 Chrift was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me : As... | |
 | 1865 - 356 pagini
...(hall never call retreat ; He is fifting 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 Chrift was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me : As... | |
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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. 
