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There’s a strife we all must wage,
From life’s entrance to its close;
Blest the bold who dare engage!
Woe for him who seeks repose!
Honoured they who firmly stand,
While the conflict presses round;
God’s own banner in their hand,
In his service faithful found.
What our foes? Each thought impure:
Passions fierce, that tear the soul;
Every ill that we can cure;
Every crime we can control;
Every suffering which our hand
Can with soothing care assuage;
Every evil of our land;
Every error of our age.
On, then, to the glorious field!
He who dies his life shall save;
God himself shall be our shield,
He shall bless and crown the brave.
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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INNOCENTS
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7 7 7 7
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1850
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 91 | No key | | # 739 | D | | # 739 | D | | # 1149 | E | | # 842 | E | | # 230 | E | | # 257 | E | | # 175 | E | | # 291 | Eb | | # 403 | Eb | | # 20 | Eb | | # 343 | Eb | | # 33 | G |
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