Let Thy Passion and Thy Death Holy Saviour, hear me now, Shall that travail all be lost? Holy Saviour, hear me now, etc. Only Thou canst make me free Thou canst wash me white as snow, Holy Saviour, hear me now, etc. Holy Saviour, hear me now, 279 "WE ARE MARCHING." P.M. ALFRED Redhead. 4 f Tempo di Marcia. ほ 1. We are marching thro' the des ert, A way from E-gypt's strand, cres. dim. cres. We are marching thro' the desert, To reach the Promised Land. 3 The land we leave be Happy Land; March, march from Egypt's strand, March till we reach the Happy Land. A-men. 2. Before us goes a pillar, Still changing, yet the same; Of JESUS CHRIST the Word; 3. Two clear-toned silver trumpets Are pealing day by day, One trumpet calls the people, The trumpet of the summons Is CHRIST'S baptismal bath, CHRIST'S Holy Altar service The trumpet for the path. March, etc. 4. Then raise aloud the war-cry, And wide our banners fling, A shout is heard among us, The shouting of a King. March on, march on, straight forward, CHRIST JESUS He will lead us, And we shall win the fight. March, etc. Amen. |