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Hark! 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice,
From his triumphant seat;
'Midst all the wars' tumultuous noise,
How powerful and how sweet!
“Fight on, my faithful band,” he cries,
“Nor fear the mortal blow;
Who first in such a warfare dies,
Shall speediest victory know.”
“I have my days of combat known,
And in the dust was laid;
But thence I mounted to my throne
And glory crowns my head.”
“That throne, that glory, you shall share:
My hands the crown shall give:
And you the sparkling honours wear,
'While God himself shall live.”
Lord, 'tis enough; our souls are fired
With courage and with love:
Vain are th' assaults of earth and hell,
Our hopes are fixt above.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 2:10;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1815 | # 644 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. BERNARD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1741
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 253 | D | | # 173 | D | | # 295 | D | | # 134 | D | | # 112 | D | | # 535 | E | | # 408 | Eb | | # 949 | Eb | | # 146 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 316 | Eb | | # 183 | Eb |
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