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OF THE COMING OF THE WORLD
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 TURTH IS MARCHING ON
GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH 🇺🇸
GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH 🇺🇸
GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH 🇺🇸
HIS TRUTH IS MARCHING ON