Glo

ry, glo-ry, hal - le - lu

jah! His truth is march-ing on.

A-men

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2 I have seen Him in the watch-fires 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.-CHO.

3 I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnish'd rows of steel;

"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.-CHO.

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-CнO.

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.-CHO. Amen.

537 WARD L. M.

JULIA WARD HOWE

Old Scotch Melody. Arr. by LOWELL MASON

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(J=100) O God of love, O King of peace, Make wars throughout the world to cease;

The wrath of sinful man restrain, Give peace, O God, give peace a-gain! A-men.

Not kings and lords, but na- tions, Not thrones and crowns, but men!

Flow'rs of Thy heart, O God, are they, Let them not pass, like weeds, a - way,

Their heritage a sun-less day: God save the peo - ple!

Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand, And guard and bless our Fa-ther - land. A-men.

540 RUSSIAN HYMN

11.10.11.9

ALEXIS F. LWOFF

(J=108) God the All- Mer - ci-ful! earth hath for - sak

2 Wake in our breast the living fires,
The holy faith that warmed our sires;
Thy hand hath made our nation free;
To die for her is serving Thee.

3 Be Thou a pillared flame to show
The midnight snare, the silent foe;
And when the battle thunders loud,
Still guide us in its moving cloud.

4 God of all nations! Sovereign Lord!
In Thy dread Name we draw the sword,
We lift the starry flag on high
That fills with light our stormy sky.

5 From treason's rent, from murder's stain,
Guard Thou its folds till peace shall reign,
Till fort and field, till shore and sea,
Join our loud anthem, praise to Thee!

Amen.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES