With all the talk about this Spanish language National…

"On every question of construction, carry ourselves back to the time when the Constitution was adopted, recollect the spirit manifested in the debates, and instead of trying what meaning may be squeezed out of the text, or invented against it, conform to the probable one in which it was passed."	Thomas Jefferson to Supreme Court Justice William Johnson, June 12, 1823

"On every question of construction, carry ourselves back to the time when the Constitution was adopted, recollect the spirit manifested in the debates, and instead of trying what meaning may be squeezed out of the text, or invented against it, conform to the probable one in which it was passed."

Thomas Jefferson to Supreme Court Justice William Johnson, June 12, 1823

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Posted by: Borg_103 Original: 5/4/2006 5:17 PM Views: 1 Comments: 1 eProps: 2 Read Comments Post a Comment Back to Your Xanga Site

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Thursday, May 04, 2006

With all the talk about this Spanish language National Anthem, I thought I would put up the words to a song that, in my humble opinion, would better serve as our anthem. It was written in the early days of the Civil War.

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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

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 can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

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Oh, John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
While weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save;
But tho' he lost his life in struggling for the slave,
His soul is marching on.

Oh glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Oh glory hallelujah
His soul is marching on.

John Brown was a hero undaunted, true and brave;
Kansas knew his valor when he fought her rights to save;
And now tho' the grass grows green above his grave,
His soul is marching on.

He captured Harpers Ferry, with his nineteen men so few,
And he frighten'd "Old Viginny" 'till she trembled thro' and thro';
They hung him for a traitor, themselves a traitor crew,
But his soul is marching on.

John Brown was John the Baptist for the Christ we are to see
Christ who of the bondman shall the Liberator be;
And soon throughout the sunny south, the slaves shall all be free,
For his soul is marching on.

The conflict that he heralded, he looks from heav'n to view;
On the army of the Union with its flag red, white and blue,
And heaven shall ring with anthems o'er the deeds they mean to do,
For his soul is marching on.

O soldiers of freedom, then strike while strike you may
The death blow of oppression in a better time and way;
For the dawn of old John Brown has brighten'd into day,
And his soul is marching on.

Posted 5/4/2006 11:16 PM by retawenil - reply

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