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O God, of Thy soldiers

the Portion and Crown,

Spare sinners who hymn

the praise of the Blest;

Earth’s bitter joys,

its lures and its frown,

He scann’d them and scorn’d,

and so is at rest.

Thy Martyr he ran

all valiantly o’er

A highway of blood

for the prize Thou hast given.

We kneel at Thy feet,

and meekly implore,

That our pardon may wait

on his triumph in heaven.

Honour and praise

To the Father and Son

And the Spirit be done

Now and always. Amen.