II. Christ our Champion.
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Frühmorgens da die Sonn aufgeht
J. Heermann. 1630.
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Ere yet the dawn hath fill'd the skies
Behold my Saviour Christ arise,
He chaseth from us sin and night,
And brings us joy and life and light.
Hallelujah.
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O stronger Thou than Death and Hell,
Where is the foe Thou canst not quell?
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What heavy stone Thou canst not roll
From off the prison'd anguish'd soul?
Hallelujah.
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If Jesus lives, can I be sad?
I know He loves me, and am glad;
Though all the world were dead to me,
Enough, O Christ, if I have Thee!
Hallelujah.
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He feeds me, comforts and defends,
And when I die His angel sends
To bear me whither He is gone,
For of His own He loseth none.
Hallelujah.
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No more to fear or grief I bow,
God and the angels love me now;
The joys prepared for me to-day
Drive fear and mourning far away;
Hallelujah.
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Strong Champion! For this comfort see
The whole world brings her thanks to Thee;
And once we too shall raise above
More sweet and loud the song we love;
Hallelujah.
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