The language of the face is not taught by the schools; it is intuitive, and to the observant is always legible.
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.
While your life is the true expression of your faith, whom can you fear?
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord -
The broken eggshell of a civilization which time has hatched and devoured.