Battle Hymn of the Republic, in a Time of Great Contention

This is posted here on the Saturday night and Sunday morning before the General Election of 2020. It is a night of a Blue Moon, sitting next to Mars. It happens to be a “Halloween” night, when the perverse of spirit have pledged to spit their incantations and curses against the redemption and preservation of our nation more special and more desperately in need than so many can understand. It is a good time for this song.

Let the truth be proclaimed, our layers of iniquity be left in deliverance, scraped and washed away by Jesus, and let Y’shua’s warring angels be serenaded.

“When I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or command the locust to devour the land, or send pestilence among my people, if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land. Now my eyes will be open and my ears attentive to the prayer that is made in this place. For now I have chosen and consecrated this house that my name may be there forever.”
– II Chronicles 7:13-16 ESV

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 truth 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!
His truth 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!
Our God is marching on.

Comments

  1. Seek the One who made you.
    Pray.
    Turn to Him.
    Repent.
    His name is Jesus of Nazareth.
    Confess.
    Turn away from your sin.
    Receive love.
    Commit.
    Love in return.
    Plead for America, against our layers of iniquity.
    Tell the truth in love.
    Hold fast.
    Speak out, to remain free, or be quietly enslaved.

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