I will not, I can not, desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never—no, never—no, never forsake!
Kirkham.
793
10s.
Rejoicing in hope.
Rom. 12:12.
Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move,
Bound to the land of bright spirits above;
Angelic choristers, sing as I come—