I.LXXXIII. Christ, our Head's gone up on high

Christ, our Head's gone up on High
And we his Body are;
All our Sorrows we'll lay by,
And each distracting Care:
Tho' we Satan's Darts may feel;
Yet he can never strike us dead:
He may bruise us on the Heel,
But cannot reach our Head.

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First Line: Christ, our Head's gone up on high
Language: English
Publication Date: 1776
Topic: After Preaching
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