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RT. REV. RICHARD ALLEN.
Our Richard Allen in his early youth
Sought out and found the way of light and truth;
His heart with holy impulses was stirred.
And boldly forth he went to preach the word.
Sought out and found the way of light and truth;
His heart with holy impulses was stirred.
And boldly forth he went to preach the word.
Sometimes he had not even a resting-place—
Footsore and weary, still he cried “free grace”;
And yet in pastures green the shepherd fed,
And by the cooling stream was often led.
Footsore and weary, still he cried “free grace”;
And yet in pastures green the shepherd fed,
And by the cooling stream was often led.
Year after year is born and glides away;
Generations rise and flourish and decay;
Flowers bud and blossom, fade and fall,
But eternal truth outlives them all.
Generations rise and flourish and decay;
Flowers bud and blossom, fade and fall,
But eternal truth outlives them all.
And so a hundred years have passed away
Since the immortal Allen's natal day;
And where he sleeps the sun's departing ray
Long lingers o'er that hallowed heap of clay.
Since the immortal Allen's natal day;
And where he sleeps the sun's departing ray
Long lingers o'er that hallowed heap of clay.
He came of humble parentage to earth;
A slave was he of meek and lowly birth;
A bondsman, dared not even raise his voice,
Nor o'er his young, his darling child rejoice.
A slave was he of meek and lowly birth;
A bondsman, dared not even raise his voice,
Nor o'er his young, his darling child rejoice.
But God his promises has ever kept,
And the foul stigma from this land is swept—
At last the slavish chains forever broke.
And falls at last the bondman's galling yoke.
And the foul stigma from this land is swept—
At last the slavish chains forever broke.
And falls at last the bondman's galling yoke.
As they march on you hear their steady tread,
With Allen's banner waving overhead;
The cause of Christ to distant islands borne
Shall flourish till the resurrection morn!
With Allen's banner waving overhead;
The cause of Christ to distant islands borne
Shall flourish till the resurrection morn!
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