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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001
time: 23:29
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To the tune of Minstrel Boy: http://www.contemplator.com/folk/mus-folk/minboy.mid
What our armies sing:
The Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar:
Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain,
Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in His train.
That martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save.
Like Him, with pardon on His tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong:
Who follows in His train?
A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came;
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane;
They bowed their heads the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?
A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Savior's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of Heav'n,
Through peril, toil, and pain;
O God, to us may grace be given,
To follow in their train.
Last edited by History Guy on 22-07-2003 at 02:11
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Nuclear Winter
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WOW....
*Applauses are heard all over the barracks of Toledo. The crowds rise in great happiness and joy and all raise their swords and Spears up high , uniting their voices in what came to be know as the Spannish warcry, ´´San Dyego & Alla!!!´´*
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22-07-2003 02:02
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