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We are not divided,

All one body we,
One in hope and doctrine,
One in charity.


4 Crowns and thrones may perish,

Kingdoms rise and wane, But the church of Jesus

Constant will remain; Gates of hell can never

'Gainst that church prevail; We have Christ's own promise,

And that cannot fail.


5 Onward, then, ye people!

Join our happy throng; Blend with ours your voices

In the triumph song! Glory, laud and honor

Unto Christ the King ! This through countless ages Men and angels sing.


S. Baring-Gould.

351 WE MARCH, we march to victory,

With the cross of the Lord before us, With His loving eye looking down from the


And His holy arm spread o'er us,

His holy arm spread o'er us.
1 We come in the might of the Lord,

In joyous train to meet Him;
And we put to flight the armies of night,

That the sons of the day may greet Him,
The sons of the day may greet Him.

We march, etc.
2 The bands of the aliens flee away,

When our chant goes up as thunder, And the van of the Lord in serried array Il : Cleaves Satan's ranks asunder. :||

We march, etc. 3 Our sword is the Spirit of God on high,

Our helmet His salvation; And our banner the cross of Calvary, ll: And our watchword: The Incarnation. : ||

We march, etc. 4 We tread in the might of the Lord of hosts,

And fear not man nor devil; For our Captain Himself guards well our

coasts, 11: To defend all His church from evil.: ||

We march, etc. 5 He marches in front of His banner unfurled Which He raised that His own might find

Him; And the holy church throughout all the

world 11: Fall in rank and march behind Him.: ||

We march, etc.

6 And the angel choir with its song awaits

Our march to the golden Zion; For our Captain has broken the brazen gates, || : And burst the bars of iron.: ||

We march, etc.

7 Then onward we march, our arms to prove,

With the banner of Christ before us,
With His eye of love looking down from

ll: And His holy arm spread o'er us. : ||
We march, etc.

G. Moultrie.

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Life Eternal


NE sweetly solemn thought

Comes to me o'er and o'er,-
Nearer my home, today am I

Than e'er I've been before.

2 Nearer my Father's house,

Where many mansions be;
Nearer today the great white throne,

Nearer the crystal sea.

3 Nearer the bound of life

Where burdens are laid down; Nearer to leave the heavy cross;

Nearer to gain the crown.

4 But lying dark between,

Winding down through the night, There rolls the silent unknown stream

That leads at last to light.

5 E'en now, perchance, my feet

Are slipping on the brink,
And I today am nearer home,-

Nearer than now I think.

6 Father, perfect my trust;

Strengthen my spirit's faith; Nor let me stand at last alone

Upon the shores of death.

Ph. Cary.


353 FROM distant shores returning,

The pilgrim wanders home; For rest his heart is yearning,

He would no longer roam. 2 A silent grave encloseth

What he most treasured here; His heart no more reposeth,

But looks beyond for cheer. 3 Though royal cities tower

In strength and precious geid, They vanish like a flower,

And soon their fall is told. 4 The rivers, swiftly flowing,

Merge with the ocean deep;
The mighty winds cease blowing,

And waves their silence keep.
5 The sound of harpstrings waneth

While floating on the air,
Nor day nor night retaineth

That melody so fair.
6 The pilgrim who the pleasures

Of yonder world can taste,
Cares naught for earthly treasures

That quickly go to waste.
7 He longs for things immortal,

For an eternal day,
And so to heaven's portal
He ever wends his way.

C. G. Barth.
H. Brueckner, Tr.

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