Forth He came, the ris­en Lord,
Grandly of His own ac­cord;
Lying lips had dared to say
Thieves had stol­en Him away.
Forth He came, and His the name,
Swells our song with glad ac­claim.

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Always near, bless­èd Lord,
Needed cheer to af­ford,
Let His name be adored,
Risen Je­sus, bless­èd Lord.

Sound His prais­es far and wide,
Tell of Je­sus who has died,
Trumpet no un­cer­tain sound,
On the world’s great bat­tle ground;
He’ll o’er­throw the fierc­est foe,
Ever fall­en man can know.

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Go to dist­ant hea­then lands,
Valleys, jun­gles, burn­ing sands,
Freely you have gifts re­ceived,
Tell in whom you have be­lieved;
Quickly go, let oth­ers know,
Blessings from the Gos­pel flow.

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Not alone! A migh­ty friend
Shall be with you to the end,
Blessing you as you shall bless
Those who writhe in sin’s dis­tress;
Go and teach, a Sav­ior preach,
Speak in love, com­pel, be­seech.

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