I came across the lyrics to “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” this morning. While it isn’t a perfect song, the lyrics to the fourth stanza particularly stood out to me:
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.
How beautiful is that? While the original author wrongfully imported this end-time event into the present day, the power of the words(in their appropriate context) have me really longing for that day today. When He comes, the trumpet will sound the final advance–there will be no retreat. Be swift, my soul; be jubilant, my feet!