Far down the ages now
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Far down the ages now,Much of her journey done,The pilgrim church pursues her way,Until her crown be won.
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No slacker grows the fight,No feebler is the foe,Nor less the need of armor tried,Of shield and spear and bow.
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Thus onward still we pressThrough evil and through good,Through pain and poverty and want,Through peril and through blood.
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Still faithful to our God,And to our Captain true,We follow where he leads the way,The kingdom in our view.