The Church in Smyrna

(Revelation 2:8 11)

Unto the angel of the church in Smyrna write—Thus came the message to the bard on Patmos isleWho called himself companion, brother to us all.These things saith He who is the first and last: I knowThy works, thy tribulations sore, thy poverty.But thou art rich! O little church in Smyrna, rich.For thou art faithful, faithful unto death. And nowShall come thy crown. Wear it rejoicingly, O church,O little church in Smyrna, faithful unto death.Fear nothing, poverty nor woe, for thou art rich—Rich because faithful, and thou hast the crown of Life!

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