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We must maintain our guard,
Ten thousand foes arise;
The world and hell are striving hard,
To keep us from the skies.
We must fight on and pray,
The battle ne’er give o’er;
But still renew it every day,
And help divine implore.
The victory is not won;
Let not our arms hang down;
Our arduous work will not be done,
Till we obtain our crown.
Let us strive on till death
Shall bring us to our God;
Then we shall wear the victor’s wreath,
Within his blessed abode.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 620 |
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