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Your clear Hosannas raise, And Alleluias loud;

Whilst answering echoes upward float, Like wreaths of incense cloud.

With voice as full and strong As ocean's surging praise, Send forth the hymns our fathers loved, The psalms of ancient days.

Yes on, through life's long path, Still chanting as ye go,

From youth to age, by night and day, In gladness and in woe.

Still lift your standard high, Still march in firm array; As warriors through the darkness toil, Till dawns the golden day.

At last the march shall end, The wearied ones shall rest, The pilgrims find their Father's House, Jerusalem the blest.

Then on, ye pure in heart, Rejoice, give thanks, and sing; Your festal banner wave on high, The Cross of CHRIST your King.

Praise Him Who reigns on high, The LORD Whom we adore, The FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST, One GoD for evermore. Amen.

" We will triumph in the Name of the LORD our GOD."

WE march, we march to victory!

With the Cross of the LORD before us, With His loving eye looking down from the sky, And His Holy Arm spread o'er us.

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