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Believing, we rejoice.
1 Peter 1:8.
Ye saints, your music bring,
Attuned to sweetest sound,
Strike every trembling string,
Till earth and heaven resound;
The triumphs of the cross we sing;
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.
2 The cross, the cross alone,
Subdued the powers of hell;
Like lightning from his throne
The prince of darkness fell,
The triumphs of the cross we sing,
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.
3 The cross hath power to save
From all the foes that rise;
The cross hath made the grave
A passage to the skies;
The triumphs of the cross we sing;
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.
Reed.