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THE KING OF GLORY.
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Written for Mrs. M. B. Ingalls, of Thongze, Burmah, and sung at her “Burmah Curio Exposition,” held in Boston.
Haste to the conquest of the world,
O King with glory crowned!
Gather Thy trophies far and wide,
Wherever man is found.
O King with glory crowned!
Gather Thy trophies far and wide,
Wherever man is found.
Ride in swift triumph o'er the earth;
Lift up Thy sceptred hand;
Thine is the kingdom, Thine the right,—
Ride forth, o'er sea and land.
Lift up Thy sceptred hand;
Thine is the kingdom, Thine the right,—
Ride forth, o'er sea and land.
Then round the conquered world Thy praise
In waves on waves shall ring,
And shore to shore, and sea to sea,
In answering chorus sing.
In waves on waves shall ring,
And shore to shore, and sea to sea,
In answering chorus sing.
Adoring thousands at Thy feet,
In faith and love, shall fall;
And countless souls, redeemed from sin,
Shall call Thee Lord of all.
In faith and love, shall fall;
And countless souls, redeemed from sin,
Shall call Thee Lord of all.
Then he that sowed in patient hope,
Through all the weary years,
Shall find, at last, abundant sheaves,
And joy, for toil and tears.
Through all the weary years,
Shall find, at last, abundant sheaves,
And joy, for toil and tears.
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