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Angels your march oppose,
Who still in strength excel,
Your secret, sworn, eternal foes,
Countless, invisible:
From thrones of glory driven,
By flaming vengeance hurled,
They throng the air, and darken heaven,
And rule this lower world.
But shall believers fear?
But shall believers fly?
Or see the bloody cross appear,
And all their powers defy?
By all hell's host withstood,
We all hell's host o'erthrow;
And, conqu'ring them thro' Jesus' blood,
We on to conquer go.
Our Captain leads us on;
He beckons from the skies,
And reaches out a starry crown,
And bids us take the prize:
"Be faithful unto death;
Partake my victory;
And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath,
And thou shalt reign with me."
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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WATCHMAN
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 306 | C | | # 380 | C | | # 363 | D | | # 585 | G | | # 209 | Eb |
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