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The praise of Christ, ye Christians, sound

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns, intended for the use of the citizens of Zion, whose privilege it is to sing the high praises of God, while passing through the wilderness, to their glorious inheritance above. #154 (1835) Languages: English

The praise of Christ, ye Christians, sound

Hymnal: Hymns, etc. composed on various subjects #154 (1759) Languages: English
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The Resurrection

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #845 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The praise of Christ, ye Christians sound Lyrics: 1 The praise of Christ, ye Christians, sound; His mighty acts be told; Death has received a deadly wound; He takes, but cannot hold. 2 [Clipped are the greedy vulture’s claws; No more we dread his power; He gapes with adamantine jaws, And grins, but can’t devour.] 3 Believers in their darksome graves Shall start, to light restored; Forsake their monumental caves, And mount to meet the Lord. 4 Not long in ground the dying grain Is hid, or lies forlorn; But soon revives, and springs again, And comes to standing corn. 5 So, waking from the womb of earth, Where Christ has lain before, And bursting to a better birth, We rise to die no more. 6 The wicked, too, shall rise again, The difference will be this: They rise to everlasting pain, And saints to endless bliss. Languages: English

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