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Christ the Savior hath ascended

Glory to Christ on high

Oh, spread the tidings ’round, wherever man is found

Lord, come cleanse my spirit now

I hear the Savior say

The law of letters God defines

I love to tell the story

Be not dismayed whate’er betide

Jesus, Name of matchless splendor

I was sinking deep in sin