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<object><type>video</type><version>1.0</version><provider_name>Network.hu</provider_name><provider_url>http://network.hu/</provider_url><title>WANDA JACKSON - battle hymn of the republic</title><author_name>apucsoka</author_name><author_url>http://network.hu/apucsoka</author_url><html>&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=588233&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowscriptaccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowfullscreen&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=588233&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot; allowscriptaccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; allowfullscreen=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;</html><width>424</width><height>345</height><duration>188</duration><description>Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. CHORUS: Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished steel! &quot;As ye deal with my contemners, so with you My grace shall deal! Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,&quot; Since 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. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free! While God is marching on.</description><thumbnail_url>http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/5/8/8/_/588233_18182_2.jpg</thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width>80</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height>60</thumbnail_height><video_id>588233</video_id></object>
