Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт)

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Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the bread of life.

Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March in heavenly armour clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Soon shall victory tune your song.

Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,
Great your strength if great your need.

Onward, then, to glory move,
More than conquerors ye shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.

1. The Prostitute
2. I'm Pleased and Yet I'm Sad
3. Clifton Grove
4. My Own Character
5. Lines Written in Wilford Churchyard on Recovery from Sickness

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