The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . or the snow!What cares he ? He cannot know;Lay him low! Leave him to Gods watching eye; Trust him to the hand that made love weeps idly by; God alone has power to aid him low, lay him low,In the clover or the snow!What cares he ? He cannot know!Lay him low! G. H. BOKER. 107 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. ®attfe^5l?mn of f^e (gtpuMc. TV/r INE 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 fatal lightning of His terribleswift sword : His tr
The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . or the snow!What cares he ? He cannot know;Lay him low! Leave him to Gods watching eye; Trust him to the hand that made love weeps idly by; God alone has power to aid him low, lay him low,In the clover or the snow!What cares he ? He cannot know!Lay him low! G. H. BOKER. 107 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. ®attfe^5l?mn of f^e (gtpuMc. TV/r INE 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 fatal lightning of His terribleswift sword : 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. 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. io8. JULIA WARD HOWE. BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall nevercall retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judg-ment seat; Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant,my feet! 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 makemen free. While God is marching on, J. W. Howe. 109 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Sattasut pARRAGUT, Farragut, Old Heart of Oak,Daring Dave Farragut, Thunderbolt stroke,Watches the hoary mist Lift from the bay,Till his flag, glory-kissed, Greets the young day. Far, by gray Morgans walls. Looms the black fleetHark, deck to rampart calls With the drums beat!Buoy your chains overboard, While the steam hums ;Men! to the battlement, Farragut comes. See, as the hurricane Hurtles in wrathSquadrons of clouds amain Back from its path! FAR
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