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The powers of earth and hell combine
With Jesus was to wage;
God laughs to scorn their mad design,
And foils their impious rage.
Vain are the brutal pains they spend
His purpose to defeat;
Their wrongs and insults only tend
His conquests to complete.
He triumphed on the accursed tree,
He burst the guarded grave,
Then rose on high by God’s decree,
The world to sway and save.
Kings of the earth, your monarch learn;
Oh, kiss the Son of God;
Nor bid his golden sceptre turn
Into an iron rod.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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FARRANT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 354 | G | | # 646 | G | | # 449 | G | | # 188 | G | | # 376 | G | | # 587 | G | | # 539 | G | | # 162 | G | | # 199 | G | | # 873 | No key |
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