HYMN 49. The Saints Holy Triumph.
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Tremble all you who rest upon
a Form of Godliness;
As also ye that do draw back,
whether 'tis more or less:
2
Rejoyce ye Saints and do not fear
you all are in Christ's hand;
There's not a Soul that is Sincere
but firmly it doth stand.
3
Upon a Rock, and ne'er shall move,
nor fall away; Besure
Gods own Elect, who do him love,
all trials shall endure.
4
Come Saints, Triumph, in the dear Lamb,
your Lord, that once did Die;
We that Believe in Jesus, have
e'erlasting cause of joy.
5
Come Law of God, what hast thou now
of us for to demand?
Thy Curses all did meet in Christ;
who in our stead did stand:
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Tho' such do Sin thou canst not Curse,
thy Curses all did ly
Upon our bleeding Lord, when he,
our Sacrifice, did die?
7
Come Justice, where is now thy Charge;
what hast thou now to show?
We do to thee present the blood
which from Christ's sides did flow:
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We shall not fall who do believe;
well may such sing; therefore
Draw back they can't so as to Die;
sing Praise for evermore.