glorygirl
Since Mar 7, 2002
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"Are we disposed to be the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it."- Patrick Henry
THE 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 fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.""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 can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on."
"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.""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."
"He is coming like the glory of morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool,
And the soul of wrong his slave, 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,
His truth is marching on!"-Julia Ward Howe,1861
William Steffe was a 23-year-old musician from Virginia when he penned the tune that would eventually become most famous as the "Battle Hymn of the Republic." It was created in 1852 for camp revivals in Georgia, and inspired by Stephen Foster's music and Negro spirituals, entitled "Say Brothers, Will You Meet Us? (On Canaan's Happy Shore)".
Julia Ward Howe was forty-two years old when she It was interrupted by Confederate raiders,and while The union troops that surrounded them sang Steffe's Howe is said to have written her lyrics that night, The poem was published in the Atlantic Monthly,and The "Battle Hymn" became famous only after a After his release, President Lincoln heard the The popularity of the song was born, and Mrs. Howe "While its belligerent message may affect its - by Ernest K. Emurian, W.A.Wilde Company, 1957.
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"When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school, it's a wonder I can think at all."
--Paul Simon, 1973, from "Kodachrome"
I consider that the sufferings of this present time are as nothing Compared with the glory to be revealed for us. For creation awaits with eager expectation the revelation of the children of God; For creation was made subject to futility, Not of its own accord But because of the one who subjected it, In hope that creation itself Would be set free from slavery to corruption And share in the glorious freedom of the children of God."
"Wherefore I put thee in remembrance that thou stir up the gift of God, which is in thee by the putting on of my hands. For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. Be not thou therefore ashamed of the testimony of our Lord, nor of me his prisoner: but be thou partaker of the afflictions of the gospel according to the power of God; Who hath saved us, and called us with an holy calling, not according to our works, but according to his own purpose and grace, which was given us in Christ Jesus before the world began..."
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye."
And to the Son; And to the Holy Spirit, As it was in the beginning, Is now, and ever shall be, World without end. Amen" |
My country, 'tis of thee, My native country, thee, Let music swell the breeze, Our fathers' God, to Thee,
Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrims' pride!
From ev'ry mountainside,
Let freedom ring!
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love.
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song.
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our king.
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Lord of all hopefulness,
Lord of all joy
Whose trust, ever child-like,
No cares could destroy,
Be there at our waking,
And give us, we pray,
Your bliss in our hearts, Lord,
At the break of the day.
Lord of all eagerness,
Lord of all faith,
Whose strong hands were skilled
At the plane and the lathe,
Be there at our labours,
And give us, we pray,
Your strength in our hearts, Lord,
At the noon of the day.
Lord of all kindliness,
Lord of all grace,
Your hands swift to welcome,
Your arms to embrace,
Be there at our homing,
And give us, we pray,
Your love in our hearts, Lord
At the eve of the day.
Lord of all gentleness,
Lord of all calm,
Whose voice is contentment,
Whose presence is balm,
Be there at our sleeping,
And give us, we pray,
Your peace in our hearts, Lord
At the end of the day.
Jan Struther (1901 - 1953)