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Forth went the heralds of the cross,
No dangers made them pause;
They counted all the world but loss,
For their great Master’s cause.
Through looks of fire, and words of scorn,
Serene their path they trod;
And to the dreary dungeon borne,
Sang praises unto God.
Friends dropped the hand they clasped before,
Love changed to cruel hate;
And home to them was home no more;
Yet mourned they not their fate.
In all his dark and dread array,
Death rose upon their sight;
But calmly still they kept their way,
And shrank not from the light.
They knew to whom their trust was given,
They could not doubt His word;
Before them beamed the light of heaven,
The presence of their Lord.
O, may a faith as true be ours,
And shed as pure a light
Of peace across the darkest hours,
And make the last one bright!
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. FULBERT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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