Berean Christadelphian Hymns



 Oh speed thee, brother, on thy way,
And to thine armour cling:
With girded loins the call obey
That grace and mercy bring.

There is a battle to be fought,
An onward race to run,
A crown of glory to be sought,
A victory to be won.

Oh, faint not, brother, for thy sighs
Are heard before His throne;
The race must come before the prize
The cross before the crown.

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