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Come all ye Saints, who dwell on earth,
Your cheerful voices raise,
Our great Redeemer’s love to sing,
And celebrate his praise.
2
His love is great, he died for us,
Shall we ungrateful be?
Since he has mark’d a road to bliss,
And said, Come follow me.
3
The strait and narrow way we’ve found,
Then let us travel on,
Till we in the celestial world,
Shall meet where Christ is gone.
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And there we’ll join the heav’nly choir,
And sing his praise above;
While endless ages roll around,
Perfected by his love.