OB, LANGUAGE OF FLOWEKS. 
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But the Christian’s Crown of Amaranth 
Will never fade away. 
On the brow of mighty monarchs 
May sparkle many a gem, 
And gold, and pearls, and jewels. 
May deck the diadem; 
But it shines with earthly lustre, 
It will tarnish and decay, 
While the Christian’s Crown of Amaranth 
Will never fade away. 
Proud were the mighty conquerors, 
Crown’d in Olympic games, 
For they deemed that deathless honours 
Were entwined around their names ; 
But sere was soon the parsley wreath, 
And the olive and the bay, 
While the Christian’s Crown of Amaranth 
Will never fade away. 
With a harp of angel melody, 
And a palm-branch in his hand, 
The saint ’mid circling spirits 
Bound the golden throne shall stand; 
And his song shall be enduring 
As heaven’s eternal day, 
And his Victor Crown of Amaranth 
Shall never fade away. 
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