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Angels your march oppose,
Who still in strength excel,
Your secret, sworn, eternal foes,
Countless, invisible.
With rage that never ends
Their hellish arts they try;
Legions of dire malicious fiends,
And spirits enthroned on high.
On earth the usurpers reign,
Exert their baneful power,
O'er the poor fallen sons of men
They tyrannize their hour:
But shall believers fear?
But shall believers fly?
Or see the bloody cross appear,
And all their power defy?
Jesu's tremendous name
Puts all our foes to flight:
Jesus, the meek, the angry Lamb,
A Lion is in fight.
By all hells host withstood,
We all hells host o'erthrow;
And conquering them, through Jesu's blood,
We still to conquer go.
Our Captain leads us on;
He beckons from the skies,
And reaches out a starry crown,
And bids us take the prize:
"Be faithful unto death;
Partake my victory;
And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath.
And thou shalt reign with me."
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 D (D.S.M.)
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Dates:
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1749
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Bible Refs:
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Eph 6:12;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 315 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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OLIVET
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 D (D.S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1870
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 149 | A |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
