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Hail mighty Jesus, how divine
Is thy victorious sword!
The stoutest rebel must resign
At thy commanding word.
The strongest holds of satan yield
To thine all-conquering hand;
When once thy glorious arm's revealed
No creature can withstand.
Deep are the wounds thine arrows give;
They pierce the hardest heart;
Thy smiles of grace the slain revive,
And joy succeeds to smart.
Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Ride with majestic sway;
Go forth, sweet prince, triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.
And when thy victories are complete,
And all the chosen race
Shall round the throne of glory meet
To sing thy conquering grace—
O may my humble soul be found
Among that favoured band!
And I, with them, thy praise will sound,
Throughout Immanuel's land.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 225 |
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LONDON NEW
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1671,1968
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| # 335 | D | | # 42 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 65 | D | | # 335 | D | | # 258 | Eb | | # 224 | Eb | | # 373 | Eb |
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