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Not by the martyr’s death alone
The saint his crown
in Heav’n has won;
There is a triumph robe on high
For bloodless fields of victory.
What though he was
not called to feel
The cross, or flame,
or torturing wheel,
Yet daily to the world he died;
His flesh, through grace,
he crucified.
What though nor chains,
nor scourges sore,
Nor cruel beasts his members tore,
Enough if perfect love arise
For Christ a grateful sacrifice.
Lord, grant us so to Thee to turn
That we through life
to die may learn,
And thus, when life’s
brief day is o’er,
May live with Thee forevermore.
O Fount of sanctity and love,
O perfect Rest of saints above,
All praise, all glory be to Thee
Both now and through eternity.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1686,1833
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 10:32;
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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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| 1904 | # 207 | | 1922 | # 451 | | 1885 | # 112 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HILDERSTONE
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1713
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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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| # 709 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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