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“Well I know thy trouble,
O My servant true;
I was weary too!
Some day all Mine own;
Tr. John MASON NEALE
How the powers of dark - nes, com - Pas thee a - round ?
the powers of
dark - ness,
Com - pass thee
a - round ?
Faint not nor fear, His arms are near;
JOHN SAMUEL BEWLBY MONSELL
sun, that lights its shin-ing folds, The cross, on which the Sav-iour died. A-men.
Fling out the banner! angels bend
In anxious silence o'er the sign:
The wonder of the love divine.
Fling out the banner! heathen lands
Shall see from far the glorious sight,
Baptize their spirits in its light.
Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls
That sink and perish in the strife,
And spring immortal into life.
Skyward and seaward, high and wide
Our only hope, the Crucified!
Seaward and skyward, let it shine:
GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE