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Ye servants of our glorious King,
To Him your thankful praises bring;
And tell the deeds that grace has done,
The triumphs by His martyrs won.
Since they were faithful to the last,
Their holy struggles now are past;
The bitterness of death is o’er,
And theirs is bliss forevermore.
The flame might scorch,
the knife lay bare,
And cruel beasts
their members tear;
No powers of earth,
no powers of hell
The souls that loved
their Lord could quell.
Forever broken is the chain
That sought to bind them, but in vain;
O let us strive like them to win
Our freedom from the bonds of sin.
O Savior, may our portion be
With those who gave
themselves to Thee,
Through all eternity to sing
All praise to Thee, the martyrs’ King.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1632,1861
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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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Year
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Song #
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| 1922 | # 444 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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CONSTANCE
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1861
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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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| # 444 | A |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
