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Hear, hear, O ye Nations
and hearing, obey
The cry from the past
and the call of today;
Earth wearies and wastes
with her fresh life outpoured,
The prey of the cannon,
the spoil of the sword.
Lo, dawns the new era,
transcending the old,
The poet’s rapt vision,
by prophet foretold;
From war’s grim tradition
it maketh appeal
To service of all
in a world’s commonweal.
And then, O my Country,
from many made one,
Last-born of the nations,
at morning thy sun,
Arise to the place
thou art given to fill,
And lead the world triumph
of peace and good will.
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11 11 11 11
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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JOANNA
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11 11 11 11
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