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Christians, the glorious hope we know
Which soothes the heart in every woe;
While heathens, helpless, hopeless lie:
No ray of glory meets their eye:
Oh, give to their desiring sight
The hope that Jesus brought to light.
Christians, ye taste the heavenly grace,
Which cheers believers in their race;
Uncheered by grace, through heathen gloom,
See millions hastening to the tomb;
To heathen lands that grace convey,
Which trains the soul for endless day.
Christians, ye prize the Saviour’s blood,
In which the soul is cleansed for God;
Millions of souls in darkness dwell,
Uncleansed from sin—exposed to hell;
Oh, strive, that heathens soon may view
That precious blood, which cleanseth you.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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MELITA (NAVY HYMN)
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Dates:
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1861
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Key
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| # 165 | No key | | # 288 | C | | # 104 | C | | # 1222 | C | | # 61 | C | | # 665 | C | | # 402 | C | | # 575 | C | | # 1061 | C | | # 379 | C | | # 917 | C | | # 370 | C | | # 438 | C | | # 875 | No key | | # 34 | C |
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