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I thank God whom I serve,
As did my ancestors;
Clear conscience and the nerve,
As some were protesters.
Constantly in my prayer,
In both the night and day;
As in tears that I share,
Filled with joy that I may.
For my faith is sincere,
No matter where I dwell;
Because I will revere,
My praise I will not quell.
So, go and fan the flame,
Flaming the gift of God;
Lay your hands and proclaim,
Giving honor and laud.
God gave us a spirit,
A spirit not of fear;
Power to inherit,
A love that is sincere.
So, do not be ashamed,
Testify of the Lord;
Suffering is proclaimed,
The Gospel not ignored.
Christ to whom has saved,
For a holy calling;
From sin that has enslaved,
Which keeps us from falling.
Now is made manifest,
Till our Lord appears;
Our Savior dearest,
A believer reveres.
Jesus Christ abolished death,
And brought all of us life;
Living after last breath,
And beyond any strife.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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