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One song of praise, one voice of prayer,
Around, above, below;
Ye winds and waves the burden bear,
“An hundred years ago!”
“An hundred years ago!” What then?
There rose, the world to bless,
A little band of faithful men,
A cloud of witnesses:
It looked by like a human hand;
Few welcomed, and none feared,
Yet, as it opened o’er the land,
The hand of God appeared.
The Lord made bare his holy arm,
In sight of earth and hell;
Fields fled before it with alarm,
And alien-armies fell.
God gave the word, and great hath been
The preachers’ company;
What wonders have our fathers seen!
What signs their children see!
One song of praise for mercies past,
Through all our courts resound;
One voice of prayer, that to the last,
Grace may yet more abound.
All hail, “An hundred years ago!”
And when our lips are dumb,
Be millions heard rejoicing so,
An hundred years to come.
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