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HYMN.

A FRAGMENT.

Much in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go,
Fight the fight, and worn with strife,
Steep with tears the bread of life.

Onward, Christians, onward go,
Join the war, and face the foe;
Faint not! much doth yet remain,
Dreary is the long campaign.

Shrink not, Christians; will ye yield ? Will ye quit the painful field?

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HYMN.

CHRISTIANS! brethren! ere we part,
Join every voice and every heart;
One solemn hymn to God we raise,
One final song of grateful praise.

Christians! we here may meet no more,
But there is yet a happier shore;
And there, released from toil and pain,
Brethren, we shall meet again.

HYMN.

THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path,

Amid the deepening gloom, We, soldiers of an injured King,

Are marching to the tomb.

There, when the turmoil is no more,

And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude

Shall sleep the years away.

Our labors done, securely laid

In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust

The storms of life shall beat.

Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,

The vital spark shall lie,
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise

To see its kindred sky.

These ashes too, this little dust,

Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last angel rise, and break

The long and dreary sleep.

Then love's soft.dew o’er every eye

Shall shed its mildest rays,
And the long silent dust shall burst

With shouts of endless praise.

HYMN.

A FRAGMENT.

Much in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go,
Fight the fight, and worn with strife,
Steep with tears the bread of life.

Onward, Christians, onward go,
Join the war, and face the foe;
Faint not! much doth yet remain,
Dreary is the long campaign.

Shrink not, Christians; will ye yield?
Will ye quit the painful field ?

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CHRISTIANS! brethren! ere we part,
Join every voice and every heart;
One solemn hymn to God we raise,
One final song of grateful praise.

Christians! we here may meet no more,
But there is yet a happier shore;
And there, released from toil and pain,
Brethren, we shall meet again.

HYMN.

THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path,

Amid the deepening gloom, We, soldiers of an injured King,

Are marching to the tomb.

There, when the turmoil is no more,

And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude

Shall sleep the years away.

Our labors done, securely laid

In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust

The storms of life shall beat.

Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,

The vital spark shall lie,
For o'er life’s wreck that spark shall rise

To see its kindred sky.

These ashes too, this little dust,

Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last angel rise, and break

The long and dreary sleep.

Then love's soft.dew o’er every eye

Shall shed its mildest rays,
And the long silent dust shall burst

With shouts of endless praise.

HYMN.

A FRAGMENT.

Much in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go,
Fight the fight, and worn with strife,
Steep with tears the bread of life.

Onward, Christians, onward go,
Join the war, and face the foe;
Faint not! much doth yet remain,
Dreary is the long campaign.

Shrink not, Christians; will ye yield?
Will ye quit the painful field?

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CHRISTIANS! brethren! ere we part,
Join every voice and every heart;
One solemn hymn to God we raise,
One final song of grateful praise.

Christians! we here may meet no more,
But there is yet a happier shore;
And there, released from toil and pain,
Brethren, we shall meet again.

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