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Sing, All Ye Ransomed of the Lord
Your great Deliv'rer sing!
Ye pilgrims, now for Zion bound,
Be joyful in your King.
His hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your gracious God.
Bright garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on ev'ry head;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows, all are fled.
March on in your Redeemer's strength
Pursue His footsteps still;
With joyful hope still fix your eye
On Zion's heav'nly hill.
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