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THE BETHEL FLAG.
Away, bright flag, to the heathen land!
And, spread on its balmy breeze,
Beneath thee gather a Christian band
Of wanderers on the seas.
Hang o'er that spot, 'mid the idol's ground,
Like a hovering angel's wing,
Where sweet is the Gospel trumpet's sound,
And the sons of Zion sing.
And, spread on its balmy breeze,
Beneath thee gather a Christian band
Of wanderers on the seas.
Hang o'er that spot, 'mid the idol's ground,
Like a hovering angel's wing,
Where sweet is the Gospel trumpet's sound,
And the sons of Zion sing.
We send thee forth as a holy sign;—
Unstained, as an offering given,
Above the temple of God to shine,—
To mark that gate of Heaven.
And be thou true as the Orient Star,
That o'er Bethlehem paused and shone;
While thousands who 've left their homes afar
Shall adore the Holy One!
Unstained, as an offering given,
Above the temple of God to shine,—
To mark that gate of Heaven.
And be thou true as the Orient Star,
That o'er Bethlehem paused and shone;
While thousands who 've left their homes afar
Shall adore the Holy One!
Receive, O Father, enthroned above,
Great Ruler of earth and sea,
Receive and hallow this gift of love,
Thy children bring to thee!
The seamen guide with a tender care,
While the watery world they roam;
And, through its worst waves, life's voyage to bear,
Till in Heaven they land at home!
Great Ruler of earth and sea,
Receive and hallow this gift of love,
Thy children bring to thee!
The seamen guide with a tender care,
While the watery world they roam;
And, through its worst waves, life's voyage to bear,
Till in Heaven they land at home!
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