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Feb. 2, 2024
Battle Hymn of the Remnant Pray, pray, pray, pray… Glory, glory, halleluiah Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord (Behold, I see the heavens opened) He’s trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored (He’s coming in the clouds) He has loosed His faithful lighting, of His terrible, swift sword (From the east, to the west, oh, His truth…) His truth is marching on (And every eye shall see Him) He is sounding forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat (The vo...