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Your work, ye saints, is not comprised
In being solemnly baptised;
There is much more for God to do,
Much more that must be done by you.
An arduous race you have to run,
That race which you have just begun;
There are few friends and many foes,
Those to assist while these oppose.
Truths now professed must be maintained,
Th’ immortal crown by striving gained;
Your faith and hope and patience tried,
And all corruption mortified.
Heavy afflictions you await,
Your strength but small, your burdens great;
Resistance must be made to sin,
And you must keep your conscience clean.
Then sit you down and count the cost,
Or efforts past will all be lost,
Unless with unremitting care,
In wisdom’s path you persevere.
See that your armour be of proof,
And boast not ill you put it off;
‘Tis when the last sharp struggle’s o’er,
That you may triumph —not before.
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DEEP HARMONY
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 514 | E | | # 281 | Eb | | # 59 | Eb | | # 322 | Eb |
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