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The fatal wine we never sip,
Or place it to our brother's lip:
No, we have come far o'er the wave,
To tell thee, Jesus died to save."
Or place it to our brother's lip:
No, we have come far o'er the wave,
To tell thee, Jesus died to save."
"We for his sake count all things lost:—
Leave home and country for the cross;
Yes, gladly bade them all farewell,
That we the wondrous tale might tell,
Repeat the story of his birth,
His love to fallen sons of earth—
Tell how that false and murderous crew,
With vengeful hands, their Master slew—
Leave home and country for the cross;
Yes, gladly bade them all farewell,
That we the wondrous tale might tell,
Repeat the story of his birth,
His love to fallen sons of earth—
Tell how that false and murderous crew,
With vengeful hands, their Master slew—
"Of Judas speak, that erring one,
Who's justly called perdition's son,
Who, with his false and flattering breath,
Betrayed his Master unto death.
O God of mercy! grant me grace,
To teach this dark benighted race
That Jesus lives and reigns above.
And rules in majesty and love!"
Who's justly called perdition's son,
Who, with his false and flattering breath,
Betrayed his Master unto death.
O God of mercy! grant me grace,
To teach this dark benighted race
That Jesus lives and reigns above.
And rules in majesty and love!"
