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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>I VOW TO THEE, MY COUNTRY</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_p_spring-rice_c.jpg" alt="Cecil Spring-Rice, 1914" width="112.666666666667" height="182"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_p_spring-rice_c.html" target="_blank">Cecil Spring-Rice</a>, 1918.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Thaxted,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_o_holst_gt.html" target="_blank">Gustav Theodore Holst</a>, 1921 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_h_thaxted.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </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>Diana, Princess of Wales, requested this hymn be sung at her wedding, saying it had “always been a favorite since schooldays.” It was also sung at her funeral in 1997.</td>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_h_o_holst_g.jpg" alt="Gustav Theodore Holst (1874-1934)" width="104" height="144.666666666667"></td>
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<p>I vow to thee, my country—all earthly things above—<br>
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Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;<br>
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The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,<br>
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That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;<br>
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The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,<br>
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The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.</p>
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<p>And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago—<br>
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Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;<br>
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We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;<br>
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Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;<br>
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And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,<br>
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And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.</p>
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