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Title: Truth Triumphant!
Author: John Castillo [
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See yon flag of crimson dye,
Wave along the vaulted sky!
See yon flag, &c.
To its hem fair Truth is bound,
Blood of martyrs sprinkled round;
That earth’s multitudes may see,
Truth will have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Wicked men in vain oppose,
Babes shall sing of Sharon’s Rose!
Wicked men, &c.
Borne on winds from pole to pole,
Like the prophet’s flying roll;
Ethiopia soon shall see
Truth will have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Some of earth’s dark corners shine,
With this heav’nly light divine!
Some of earth’s, &c.
Africa’s dark sons obey,
Pagan temples own her sway;—
Own with us, ’tis God’s decree,
Truth shall have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Turks! who will no mercy shew,
Mercy is proclaim’d for you!
Turks! who will, &c.
Men are ceasing to bow down,
To their gods of wood and stone;
And all nations soon shall see,
Truth will have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Where Truth reigns the work goes on,
Christ and Truth are both but one!
Where Truth, &c.
Saints shall find the promise true,
Christ will soon “make all things new;”
And rejoice at God’s decree,
Truth shall have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Pow’rs of darkness! do your best,
Put your prowess to the test!
Pow’rs of darkness! &c.
Persecution fierce employ,
Jesu’s kingdom to destroy,
’Tis in vain! ’tis God’s decree,
Truth shall have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Jews! the Crucified adore,
Objects of his wrath no more!
Jews! the Crucified, &c.
Own the Galilean King,
With your gentile brethren sing;
Now obey, ’tis God’s decree,
Truth shall have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Hasten, Lord, the glorious day,
Let all true believers say!
Hasten, Lord, &c.
When these frozen hearts shall flow,
Each with love and wonder glow;
All with one accord agree,
Truth hath gain’d the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Soon th’ Archangel’s trump shall sound,
Wake the dead from sleep profound!
Soon the, &c.
Earth shall melt, the stars shall fall,
Men on rocks and mountains call;
Christ will then his saints set free:—
What a glorious Victory!
Victory! Victory!
[The end]
John Castillo's poem: Truth Triumphant!
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