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BE JOYFUL.
Joy!—for the precious seed that springs
In fields which God, the Lord, hath blessed;
Joy!—for the sower, where he sings
On the bright hills of heavenly rest!
In fields which God, the Lord, hath blessed;
Joy!—for the sower, where he sings
On the bright hills of heavenly rest!
Joy!—for the fields where men have strewed,
In faith and love, salvation's leaves!
Joy!—for the reaper, safe with God,
And honored with his ripened sheaves!
In faith and love, salvation's leaves!
Joy!—for the reaper, safe with God,
And honored with his ripened sheaves!
Joy for the fathers! once they wrought
'Mid scenes of sorrow, blood, and strife;
Gladly we choose the paths they sought,
And track their steps, to endless life.
'Mid scenes of sorrow, blood, and strife;
Gladly we choose the paths they sought,
And track their steps, to endless life.
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Joy for the fallen! glory won,
No more the dust of earth they tread;
The work proceeds,—and God's dear Son
Shall triumph, where their feet have bled.
No more the dust of earth they tread;
The work proceeds,—and God's dear Son
Shall triumph, where their feet have bled.
Joy for the Saviour! sin, o'er-thrown
At last, no more fierce fight shall wage.
Joy for Immanuel! wear the crown,
Immortal Prince,—from age to age!
At last, no more fierce fight shall wage.
Joy for Immanuel! wear the crown,
Immortal Prince,—from age to age!
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