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.
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.
Oh be swift, my soul, to answer Him be jubilant, my feet Our God is marching on.
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