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;
Angel Standing In The Sun, William Turner 1846
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift
sword:
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
George Washington
His truth is marching on.
Castle Murray near Auburn, Virginia
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:
