Rev. GERARD MOULTRIE, 1867

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MARCH TO VICTORY Irregular

Sir JOSEPH BARNBY, 1869

We march, we march to vic-to- ry, With the cross of the Lord be-fore us,

That the sons of the day may greet Him, The sons of day may greet Him. We
Our watchword,the In - car-na- tion, Our watchword, the In-car-na- tion. We
And burst the bars of i ron,
burst the bars of i ron. We

And

ly arm spread o'er us. We

toil not, they spin not, No seed do they sow; Yet they bloom all the summer,So shelters their nests in The storm-beaten wood? Who guides the young sparrows? Who lilies ra-vens Thou holdest more worth. O guide us and guard us, Be

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shin-ing and tall,- The Father Who loves them,Takes thought for them all.

watches its fall?

near when we call,

Their Fa-ther in heav-en Takes heed for them all.
Up - hold us, en-
-fold us,-We thank Thee for all! A-men.

Pointing to the sky, Wav-ing on Christ's soldiers To their home on high. A-men.