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Mount gave a round double rap, chewed his grass-stem, considered, then rapped again, humming to himself in an under-tone: "Is the old fox in? Is the old fox out? Is the old fox gone to Glo-ry? Oh, he's just come in, But he's just gone out, And I hope you like my sto-ry! Tink-a-diddle-diddle-diddle, Tink-a-diddle-diddle-dum " "Rap louder," I said.
We praise God's holy name; For 'twas to bring His wondrous love, The little Jesus came. "And in our hearts it shines anew, While at His throne we pray, God bless us all for Jesus' sake, This happy Christmas day." Words, MAUD LINDSAY Music, ELSIE A. MERRIMAN Sing glo-ry, glo-ry, glo-ry! And bless God's ho-ly name; 2. O glo-ry, glo-ry, glo-ry! We praise God's ho-ly name;
Some one told me how he loved me, And was knocking at my door; Some one told me he is com-ing Soon to take his loved ones home, There in mansions bright with glo-ry. Oh,'tis won-der-ful to me Bless, oh, bless that loving some one, Sent by Je-sus Christ our Lord; In to lives of peace and glo ry, Thro' the blood of Christ the Lamb: He had oft-en stood there plead-ing, Had been man-y times be-fore.
Come, sisters, come! I could embrace ye all for the Lord's sake. I could hide ye in my bosom. There were some whose faith was not strong enough to place implicit reliance on the veracity of this very enlightened "minister of the word;" but the great majority believed, or pretended to believe, and expressed their faith by crying out, "Glory! glo-ry! glo-r-y!"
Mount obeyed, chewed reflectively, and scratched his ear. "Is the Tory in? Is the Tory out? Is the Tory gone to Glo-ry? Oh, he's just come in. But he's just gone out " "Knock louder," I repeated. Murphy said he could drive the door in with his gun-butt; I shook my head. "Somebody's coming," observed Mount "Tink-a-diddle-diddle "
All the talk by the roadside was of burning homes, houses knocked to pieces by balls, famine, murder, desolation; so I comforted myself singing, "Better days are coming" and "I hope to die shouting, the Lord will provide"; while Lucy toiled through the sun and dust, and answered with a chorus of "I'm a-runnin', a-runnin' up to glo-ry!" It was three o'clock when we reached Mr.
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