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TO OUR AMERICAN COUSINS.
One people in our early prime,
One in our stormy youth;
Drinking one stream of human thought,
One spring of heavenly truth;
One in our stormy youth;
Drinking one stream of human thought,
One spring of heavenly truth;
One language at our mother's knee,
One in our Saviour's prayer,—
One glorious heritage is ours;
One future let us share.
One in our Saviour's prayer,—
One glorious heritage is ours;
One future let us share.
The heroes of our days of old
Are yours, not ours alone;
Your Christian heroes of to-day,
We love them as our own.
Are yours, not ours alone;
Your Christian heroes of to-day,
We love them as our own.
There are too many homeless lands,
Far in the wild free West,
To be subdued for God and man,
Replenished and possest;—
Far in the wild free West,
To be subdued for God and man,
Replenished and possest;—
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There are too many fallen men,
Far in the ancient East,
To be won back to truth and God,
From cramping bonds released;
Far in the ancient East,
To be won back to truth and God,
From cramping bonds released;
There is too much good work to do,
And wrong to be undone;
Too many strongholds from the foe
Yet must be forced and won;—
And wrong to be undone;
Too many strongholds from the foe
Yet must be forced and won;—
That we whom God hath set to be
The vanguard of the fight,
To bear the standard of His truth,
And to defend the right,
The vanguard of the fight,
To bear the standard of His truth,
And to defend the right,
Should leave the mission of our race,
So high, and wide, and great,
On petty points of precedence
To wrangle and debate;—
So high, and wide, and great,
On petty points of precedence
To wrangle and debate;—
That blustering words of little men
(With poisonous venom rife),
Who must be angry to be heard,
Should stir us up to strife.
(With poisonous venom rife),
Who must be angry to be heard,
Should stir us up to strife.
Nay! side by side in East and West,
In wild or heathen lands,
One prayer upon our hearts and lips,
One Bible in our hands.
In wild or heathen lands,
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One Bible in our hands.
One in our earliest home on earth,
One in our heavenly home,
We'll fight the battles of our King,
Until His kingdom come.
One in our heavenly home,
We'll fight the battles of our King,
Until His kingdom come.
March 1862.
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