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A Call to the JEWS.
Come, Abram's sons, from ev'ry quarter come,Britain now bids you call her land your home;
Here you may rest secure from future harms,
A fairer Can'an courts you to her arms;
If you have gold, you nothing have to fear,
Bring with you gold, and all is your's here?
A new Jerusalem you soon may raise,
And give to golden calves again your praise.
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