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truth is marching on.
He hath loosed the fate-ful light-ning of
the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stor'd, the hearts of men be-fore His judgment-seat; His bos om that trans-figures you and me:
be swift, my soul, to an swer Him,-be ju
The last line of each verse becomes the last line of the refrain
of the Lord; call re-treat; cross the sea,
His terrible swift sword; * His
bi-lant, my feet! Our
to make men free,While
Glory! glo-ry! Hal-le- lu - jah! Glo-ry! glo-ry! Hal-le
lu - jah! Glo-ry! glo- ry! Hal-le - lu - jah! His truth is marching on.
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Our na tive land;
Thro' storm and night: When the wild
Thou who art
And may the
a - bove God's mer
Rev. L. B. LONGACRE, 1895
tem- pests rave,
er nigh, nations see
wind and wave, Do Thou our country save By Thy great might.
God save the State.
er stand the skies, cies shown
What so proud ly we
say can the shore dim where is thus be
THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER
hailed host of war their loved homes
by the dawn's ear thro' the mists of who SO vaunt - ing when free
at the twilight's last gleam - ing,
in dread si lence pos es, and the bat tle's con fu sion and the war's des O la tion;
JOHN S. SMITH, 1775
ly shall stand
the ram - parts we watch'd were SO gal lant ly stream-ing? it fit ful ly blows, half conceals, half dis clos Their blood has wash'd out their foul foot - steps' pol Praise the Pow'r that hath made and
pre - serv'd
es? lution. tion.