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3 Then let my foul march boldly on,
Press forward to the hearinly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring robes for conq'rors wait. 4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in Almighty grace ; While all the armies of the kies,
Join in my glorious leader's praise.
1W HEN the first parents of our race,
Rebelld and lost their God, And the infection of their fin,
Had tainted all our blood.
4 His living pow'r, and dying love,
Redeem'd unhappy men;
To life and God again..
(3 Alas! the cruel spear,
Went deep into his fide ;
Their wondrous weapons dy'd.]
en There the Redeemer fits, : .
High on his Father's throne ;
And smiles upon his Son... ..
3: INNERS, behold the Saviour's love,
U And lay afide dispair ; B i Behold the pangs he bore for you,, ...
All, all your help is there...
3 What tho’your mighty guilt beyond. The wide creation Twells.. .