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Hymns

2 Corinthians 4:7

• [2Co 4:7] How Rich Thy Bounty, King Of Kings!

  How rich Thy bounty, King of kings! Thy favors, how divine! The blessings which Thy Gospel brings, How splendidly they shine! Gold is but dross, and gems but toys, Should gold and gems compare; How mean, when sent against those joys Thy poorest servants share! Yet all these treasures of Thy grace Are lodged in urns of clay; And the weak sons of mortal race The immortal gifts convey. Feebly they lisp Thy glories forth, Yet grace the victory gives; Quickly they molder back to earth, Yet still Thy Gospel lives. Such wonders power divine effects; Such trophies God can raise; His hand, from crumbling dust, erects His monuments of praise.

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Hebrews 11:2

• [Heb 11:2] Marching With The Heroes

  Marching with the heroes, Comrades of the strong, Lift we hearts and voices As we march along; O the joyful music All in chorus raise! Theirs the song of triumph, Ours the song of praise. Refrain Marching with the heroes, Comrades of the strong, Lift we hearts and voices As we march along. Glory to the heroes, Who in days of old, Trod the path of duty, Faithful, wise and bold; For the right unflinching, Strong the weak to save, Warriors all and freemen, Fighting for the slave. Refrain So we sing the story Of the brave and true, Till among the heroes We are heroes, too; Loyal to our Captain Like the men of yore, Marching with the heroes, Onward evermore. Refrain

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Hebrews 1:1

• [Heb 1:1] God, Who In Various Methods Told

  God, who in various methods told His mind and will to saints of old, Sent down His Son, with truth and grace, To teach us in these latter days. Our nation reads the written Word, That book of life, that sure record: The bright inheritance of Heav’n Is by the sweet conveyance giv’n. God’s kindest thoughts are here expressed, Able to make us wise and bless’d; The doctrines are divinely true, Fit for reproof and comfort, too. [The last stanza would, obviously, need updating for a present day use.] Ye British isles, who read His love In long epistles from above, (He hath not sent His sacred Word To every land,) praise ye the Lord.

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