An original arrangement medley of Battle Hymn of the Republic (Julia Ward Howe &
William Steffe) and My Country, 'Tis of Thee (Samuel Francis Smith Thomas Arne).

This (or something like it) was today's offertory. Hope I didn't bite off more than I could chew! I don't usually arrange with 3 key changes.... but it felt right this time.

Performed and recorded on my Roland RD-700NX..

(And, sorry, Thumpy didn't come to church with me today.)
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Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on

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

I have seen Him in the watchfires
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

He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgment seat
O 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 live to make men free
While God is marching on

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord
It is flowing through the cities
And the waste will be restored
By the leading of the Spirit
And their trusting in His Word
His army marches on

Arise and shine my people
See the glory of the Lord
As the church with signs and wonders
Marches on in one accord
His soldiers do not falter
As for Him they wield the sword
His army marches on

O join this mighty army
There's a battle to be won
Let us now put in sickle
For the harvest time has come
Countless multitudes are waiting
Just to hear of God's own Son
His army marches on

My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died
Land of the pilgrim's pride
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring

My native country thee
Land of the noble free
Thy name I love
I love thy rocks and rills
Thy woods and templed hills
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above

Let music swell the breeze
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song
Let mortal tongues awake
Let all that breathe partake
Let rocks their silence break
The sound prolong

Our fathers' God to Thee
Author of liberty
To Thee we sing
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light
Protect us by Thy might
Great God our King

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Piano Pounding - A Pianoing Adventure

Piano Pounding

Just a place for me to share some praise and worship-oriented music.

Hope it's helpful, inspirational, or something to someone out there!

I'm not terribly good at this yet--but let's see where this takes us!

I've never had lessons, so I mostly


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Just a place for me to share some praise and worship-oriented music.

Hope it's helpful, inspirational, or something to someone out there!

I'm not terribly good at this yet--but let's see where this takes us!

I've never had lessons, so I mostly do not read music. I play by ear and improvise based on the melody and chords--which is, of course, a double-edged sword!

Thanks for listening!

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