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<h2>LET OUR CHOIR NEW ANTHEMS RAISE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.” Revelation 2:10</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_n_e_neale_jm.jpg" alt="John Mason Neale (1818-1866)" width="141.333333333333" height="201.333333333333"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_j_o_joseph_h.html" target="_blank">Joseph the Hymnographer</a>, 9th Century (Των ιερων αθλοφορων); translated from Greek to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_neale_jm.html" target="_blank">John Mason Neale</a>, 1862, alt. For a different version of these lyrics, see <a href="letusnow.htm">Let Us Now Our Voices Raise</a>.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Kevin,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_u_sullivan_as.html" target="_blank">Arthur Seymour Sullivan</a>, 1871 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stkevin.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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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_u_sullivan_as.jpg" alt="Arthur Seymour Sullivan (1842-1900)" width="131.333333333333" height="198.666666666667"></td>
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<p>Let our choir new anthems raise, wake the morn with gladness;<br>
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God Himself to joy and praise turns the martyrs’ sadness:<br>
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Bright the day that won their crown, opened heav’ns bright portal,<br>
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As they laid the mortal down and put on th’immortal.</p>
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<p>Never flinched they from the flame, from the torture never;<br>
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Vain the foeman’s sharpest aim, Satan’s best endeavor:<br>
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For by faith they saw the land decked in all its glory,<br>
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Where triumphant now they stand with the victor’s story.</p>
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<p>Faith they had that knew not shame, love that could not languish;<br>
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And eternal hope o’ercame momentary anguish.<br>
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Up and follow, Christian men! Press through toil and sorrow;<br>
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Spurn the night of fear, and then, O the glorious morrow!</p>
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