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Urge on your rapid course,
Ye blood-besprinkled bands:
The heavenly kingdom suffers force;
'Tis seized by violent hands.
See there the starry crown
That glitters through the skies!
Satan, the world, and sin, tread down,
And take the glorious prize!
Through much distress and pain,
Through many a conflict here,
Through blood, ye must the entrance gain;
Yet O disdain to fear.
"Courage!" your Captain cries
(Who all your toil foreknew)
"Toil ye shall have; yet all despise;
I have o'ercome for you."
The world cannot withstand
Its ancient Conqueror:
The world must sink beneath the hand
Which arms us for the war.
This is the victory—
Before our faith they fall;
Jesus hath died for you and me;
Believe, and conquer all!
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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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| # 306 | C | | # 380 | C | | # 363 | D | | # 585 | G | | # 209 | Eb |
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