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Christ, our Head's gone up on High
And we his Body are;
All our Sorrows we'll lay by,
And each distracting Care:
Tho' we Satan's Darts may feel;
Yet he can never strike us dead:
He may bruise us on the Heel,
But cannot reach our Head.
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First Line: | Christ, our Head's gone up on high |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1776 |
Topic: | After Preaching |