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Christ our Champion.
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Frühmorgens da die Sonn aufgeht
J. Heermann. 1630.
| 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. | | O stronger Thou than Death and Hell, Where is the foe Thou canst not quell? 39 What heavy stone Thou canst not roll From off the prison'd anguish'd soul? Hallelujah. | | 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. | | 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. | | 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. | | 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. | |