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mf 6 Who then can e'er divide us more
From Jesus and his love,

Or break the sacred chain that binds
The earth to heaven above?

mp 7 Let troubles rise, and terrors frown, And days of darkness fall,

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Through him all dangers we'll defy,
And more than conquer all.

mf 8 Nor death nor life, nor earth nor hell,
Nor time's destroying sway,
Can e'er efface us from his heart,
Or make his love decay.

9 Each future period that will bless
As it has blessed the past;

с He loved us from the first of time;
He loves us to the last.

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mf 1 THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain;

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His blood-red banner streams afar:
Who follows in his train?
Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain,

Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in his train.

2 The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave,
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on him to save.

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Like him, with pardon on his tongue
In midst of mortal pain,

He prayed for them that did the wrong :
Who follows in his train?

mf 3 A glorious band, the chosen few Ön whom the Spirit came,

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Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame;

ƒ They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The lion's gory mane;

d They bowed their necks the death to feel: Who follows in their train?

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f4 A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,

Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.

mf They climbed the steep ascent of heaven, Through peril, toil, and pain:

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O God, to us may grace be given
To follow in their train.

f1 Ir came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold:

mPeace on the earth, goodwill to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King!'
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

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m 2 Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

mp 3 But with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong
And man, at war with man, hears not
The song of love they bring ;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!

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4 And ye, beneath life's crushing load
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;

O rest beside the weary road,

And hear the angels sing!

m 5 For, lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets sung of old,

When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold,

mf When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendours fling,

ƒ And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing.

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m 1 My blessed Saviour, is thy love
So great, so full, so free?
Behold, I give my love, my heart,
My life, my all, to thee.

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mf 2 I love thee for the glorious worth Which in thyself I see;

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I love thee for that shameful cross
Thou hast endured for me.

m 3 Though in the very form of God,
With heavenly glory crowned,
Thou wouldst partake of human flesh,
Beset with troubles round;

4 Thou wouldst like wretched man be In everything but sin,

[made That we as like thee might become As we unlike have been,

5 Like thee in faith, in meekness, love,
In every beauteous grace;

mf From glory thus to glory changed,
As we behold thy face.

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m 1 THOU art the Way to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek

Must seek him, Lord, by thee.

2 Thou art the Truth: thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.

f3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;

And those who put their trust in thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

m 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life: Grant us that way to know,

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That truth to keep, that life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

m 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

mf 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

ƒ3 Dear Name! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place,

My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of

grace.

m 4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.