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Via Bethlehem we journey

I lift my heart to Thee

Lo, the glory! Lo, the splendor

Henceforth, I’ll follow Jesus, on whatever track

Count Your Blessings

Olives that have known no pressure

Fresh as the dew of the morning

If it die, oh, hear the message

Of the Spirit born in spirit

Death cannot hold the resurrection life