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Christ has done the mighty work
Nothing left for us to do
But to enter on His toil,
Enter on His triumph too.
His the pardon, ours to sin,
Great the sin, the pardon great;
His the good, and ours the ill;
His the love, and ours the hate.
His the labour, ours the rest;
His the death, and ours the life;
Ours the fruits of victory,
His the agony and strife.
He has sowed the precious seed,
Nothing left for us unsown;
Ours it is to reap the field,
Make the harvest joy our own.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MONKLAND
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7 7 7 7
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c.1790,1861
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 35 | Bb | | # 333 | Bb | | # 359 | Bb | | # 15 | C | | # 27 | C | | # 19 | C | | # 33 | C | | # 381 | C |
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