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I Sing a song of the saints of God,
Patient and brave and true,
Who toiled and fought and lived and died
For the Lord thy loved and knew.
And one was a doctor, and one was a queen,
And one was a shepherdess on the green:
They were all of them saints of God; and I mean,
God helping, to be one to.
They loved their Lord so good and dear,
And His love made them strong;
And they followed the right, for Jesus’ sake,
The whole of their good lives long.
And one was a soldier, and one was a priest,
And one was slain by a fierce wild beast:
And there’s not any reason, no, not the least,
Why I shouldn’t be one too.
They lived not only in ages past,
There are hundreds of thousands still;
The world is bright with the joyous saints
Who love to do Jesus’ will.
You can meet them in school, or in lanes, or at sea,
In church, or in trains, or in shops, or at tea,
For the saints of God, began just like me,
And I mean to be one too.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1977 | # 551 | | 1962 | # 259 | | 1990 | # 364 | | 1940 | # 243 | | 1982 | # 293 | | 1989 | # 712 |
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