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HYMN.
[Shall Simon bear his cross alone]
Shall Simon bear his cross alone
And all the rest go free?
There is a crown for every one,
And there's a crown for me.
And all the rest go free?
There is a crown for every one,
And there's a crown for me.
When I can see my title clear
To mansions in the skies
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
To mansions in the skies
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stand the flood?
No: this vain world's no friend to grace,
To help us on to God.
Must I not stand the flood?
No: this vain world's no friend to grace,
To help us on to God.
Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
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