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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


"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
wrote the words to the song that made her famous,
after watching a Union military exercise with her
husband, just across the Potomac River in Virginia,
in 1861.

It was interrupted by Confederate raiders,and while
all the Union soldiers were rescued safely,the Howes
spent a long time in "traffic" on their way back to
Washington, D.C.

The union troops that surrounded them sang Steffe's
hymn, with new, far more political lyrics about the
late, fanatic abolitionist John Brown, and the rousing chorus of "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,"
considered a mild perjorative at the time.

Howe is said to have written her lyrics that night,
after awakening in her hotel room and remembering
what she had seen on the battlefield.

The poem was published in the Atlantic Monthly,and
Howe was paid four dollars for her efforts.

The "Battle Hymn" became famous only after a
Union army chaplain, the Reverend Charles Cardwell
McCabe from Ohio, memorized the words, and sang
them frequently when he became a prisoner of War.

After his release, President Lincoln heard the
baritone's plaintive rendition of Mrs. Howe's poem
at a meeting in the U.S. House of Representatives,
and asked that he sing it again.

The popularity of the song was born, and Mrs. Howe
was ever-grateful.

"While its belligerent message may affect its
universal acceptance and thus limit the use of
"The Battle Hymn of the Republic" as a Christian
hymn, this in no way will detract from the majesty
of Julia Ward Howe's five stanzas, and the fact
that they have earned for themselves a permanent
place in the archives of patriotic hymnody."


From "Stories of Our National Songs"
by Ernest K. Emurian,
W.A.Wilde Company, 1957.

"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 know that my Redeemer lives;
What joy the blest assurance gives
He lives, He lives, who once was dead,
He lives, my everlasting head."

"Brothers and sisters:
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."

-Rom 8:18-23

"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..."

2 Timothy 1:6-9
"Glory days, well they'll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye."

-Bruce Springsteen, 1984

"Glory be to the Father,
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,
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!

My native country, thee,
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.

Let music swell the breeze,
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.

Our fathers' God, to Thee,
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.


"Thus saith the LORD, Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom, neither let the mighty man glory in his might, let not the rich man glory in his riches:

But let him that glorieth glory in this, that he understandeth and knoweth me, that I am the LORD which exercise loving-kindness, judgment, and righteousness, in the earth: for in these things I delight, saith the LORD.

Behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that I will punish all them which are circumcised with the uncircumcised; Egypt, and Judah, and Edom, and the children of Ammon, and Moab, and all that are in the utmost corners, that dwell in the wilderness: for all these nations are uncircumcised, and all the house of Israel are uncircumcised in the heart."

Jeremiah 9:23-26

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)