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Rh My country—oh, my country! The old brave call has come;

Too long your steps were lagging, too long your soul was dumb;

Tune now your wakening pulses to the throbbing of the drum,

While God 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.

Marion Couthouy Smith.