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See how the wicked kingdom
Is falling ev’ry day!
And still our blessed Jesus
Is winning souls away:
But oh, how I am tempted,
No mortal tongue can tell!
So often I’m surrounded
With enemies from hell.
With weeping and with praying,
My Jesus I have found,
To crucify old nature,
And make His grace abound.
Dear children, don’t be weary,
But march on in the way;
For Jesus will stand by you,
And be your guard and stay.
If sinners will serve Satan,
And join with one accord,
Dear brethren, as for my part,
I’m bound to serve the Lord;
And if you will go with me,
Pray, give to me your hand,
And we’ll march on together,
Unto the promised land.
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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Dates:
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1826
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7 6 7 6 D
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1840
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