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Who Follows?

Author: Reginald Heber Hymnal: Christ in Song #693 (1908) First Line: The Son of God goes forth to war Lyrics: 1 The Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain; His blood-red banner streams afar; Who follows in His train? Who best can drink His cup of woe, Triumphant over pain; Who patient bears His cross below, He follows in His train. 2 The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw His Master in the sky, And called on Him to save; Like Him, with pardon on His tongue In midst of mortal pain, He pray'd for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train? 3 A glorious band, the chosen few On whom the spirit came, Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame: They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The lion's gory mane; They bowed their necks the death to feel; Who follows in their train? 4 A noble army, men and boys, The matron and the maid; Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed: They climb'd the steep ascent of heav'n Thro' peril, toil, and pain: O God, to us may grace be giv'n To follow in their train. Topics: Christ Warfare and Victory; Christ Warfare and Victory; Christ Warfare and Victory; Christ Warfare and Victory; Christ Warfare and Victory; Living His Life Warfare and Victory; Living His Life Warfare and Victory; Living His Life Warfare and Victory; Living His Life Call to Activity Languages: English Tune Title: CUTLER

Hosannah to the Prince of Light

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2553 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. Hosannah to the Prince of light, That clothed Himself in clay, Entered the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Immanuel rose; He took the tyrant’s sting away, And spoiled our hellish foes. 2. See how the conqueror mounts aloft, And to His Father flies, With scars of honor in His flesh And triumph in His eyes. There our exalted Savior reigns, And scatters blessings down; Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne. 3. Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach His blest abode; Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise; Let Heav’n and all created things Sound our Immanuel’s praise. Languages: English Tune Title: ALL SAINTS