BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fatal lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat, lie is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgment Seat, y 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 He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
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Hokitika Guardian, 10 November 1917, Page 1
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