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2 Not salvation hardly won,
Not the meed of race well run,— Alleluia!
3 But the pity of the Lord Gives His child a full reward;
Alleluia!
4 Grants the prize without the course; Crowns, without the battle's force.
Alleluia! |
5 God, who loveth innocence, Hastes to take His darling hence.
Alleluia!
6 Christ, when this sad life is done, Join us to Thy little one.
Alleluia!
7 And in Thine own tender love, Bring us to the ranks above!
Alleluia!
Anon., 1754. Tr. by Rev. R. F. Littledalb, 1865 |
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