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To him that overcometh.
Rev. 2:7.
Arise, ye saints, arise!
The Lord our Leader is;
The foe before his banner flies,
For victory is his.
2 Lead on, almighty Lord,
Lead on, to victory!
Encouraged by the bright reward:
With joy we’ll follow thee.
3 We’ll follow thee, our Guide,
Our Saviour and our King;
We’ll follow thee, through grace supplied
From heaven’s eternal spring.
4 We hope to see the day
When all our toils shall cease;
When we shall cast our arms away,
And dwell in endless peace.
5 This hope supports us here,
It makes our burdens light;
’Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,
Till faith shall end in sight;
6 Till, of the prize possessed,
We hear of war no more,
And O, sweet thought! for ever rest
On yonder peaceful shore!