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The Southern harmony, and musical companion

containing a choice collection of tunes, hymns, psalms, odes, and anthems

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[Come, Christians, be valiant, our Jesus is near us]

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

1

Come, Christians, be valiant, our Jesus is near us,
We'll conquer the powers of darkness and sin;
Through grace and the Spirit we'll glory inherit,
And peace, like a river, give comfort within.

2

We have trials, and cares, and hardships, and losses,
But heaven will pay us for all that we bear;
We'll soon end in pleasures and glory for ever,
And bright crowns of glory for ever we'll wear.

3

Young converts, be humble, the prospect is blooming,
The wings of kind angels around you are spread;
While some are oppressed with sin and are mourning,
The spirit of joy upon you is shed.

4

Live near to our Captain, and always obey him,
This world, flesh, and Satan must all be denied;
Both care and diligence, and prayer without ceasing,
Will safe land young converts to riches on high.

5

O mourners, God bless you, don't faint in the spirit,
Believe, and the Spirit our pardon he'll give;
He's now interceding and pleading his merit,
Give up, and your souls he will quickly receive.

6

If truly a mourner, he's promised you comfort,
His good promises stand in his sacred word;
O hearken and hear them, all glory, all glory,
The mourners are fill'd with the presence of God.

7

O sinners, my bowels do move with desire;
Why stand you gazing on the works of the Lord?
O fly from the flames of devouring fire,
And wash your pollution in Jesus's blood

8

Brethren, in sweet gales we are all breezing,
My soul feels the mighty, the heavenly flame;
I'm now on my journey, my faith is increasing,
All glory and praise to God and the Lamb.