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<h2>FOR MY SAKE, AND THE GOSPEL&#8217;S</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;There is no man that has left house, or brethren&#8230;for My sake, and the Gospel&#8217;s, but he shall receive an hundredfold now&#8230;and in the world to come eternal life.&#8221; Mark 10:29-30</h3></p>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_i_bickersteth_eh.html" target="_blank">Edward Henry Bickersteth</a>, 1899.
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Bishopgarth,&#8221; <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_u_sullivan_as.html" target="_blank">Arthur Seymour Sullivan</a>, 1874 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_bishopga.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>&#8220;For My sake, and the Gospel&#8217;s, go<br>
And tell redemption&#8217;s story&#8221;;<br>
His heralds answer, &#8220;Be it so,<br>
And Thine, Lord, all the glory!&#8221;<br>
They preach His birth, His life, His cross,<br>
The love of His atonement,<br>
For Whom they count the world but loss,<br>
His Easter, His enthronement.</p>
<p>Hark, hark, the trump of jubilee<br>
Proclaims to every nation,<br>
From pole to pole, by land and sea,<br>
Glad tidings of salvation;<br>
As nearer draws the day of doom,<br>
While still the battle rages,<br>
The heav&#8217;nly Dayspring through the gloom<br>
Breaks on the night of ages.</p>
<p>Still on and on the anthems spread<br>
Of alleluia voices,<br>
In concert with the holy dead<br>
The warrior church rejoices;<br>
Their snow white robes are washed in blood,<br>
Their golden harps are ringing;<br>
Earth and the paradise of God<br>
One triumph song are singing.</p>
<p>He comes, Whose advent trumpet drowns<br>
The last of time&#8217;s evangels,<br>
Emmanuel crowned with many crowns,<br>
The Lord of saints and angels;<br>
O Life, Light, Love, the great I AM,<br>
Triune, Who changest never,<br>
The throne of God and of the Lamb<br>
Is Thine, and Thine forever.</p>
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