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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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MUSIC
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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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