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Sing them, my children, sing them still.
Those sweet and holy songs!
Oh, let the psalms of Zion hill
Be heard from youthful tongues.
Oh, sing them at the cheerful dawn.
The rising morn to cheer;
And sing them round the evening hearth.
When fires are blazing clear.
Sing them when Sabbath schools are met,
And your young voices raise
Their Sabbath-evening melodies
To their Redeemer's praise.
So shall each unforgotten word,
When distant far you roam,
Call back your hearts which once it stirred
To childhood's blessed home.
Sing them, my children; many a saint
These holy strains has sung !
These hills of ours have echoed them
From many a martyr's tongue.
Oh, sing them in a land like this,
Where martyrs' steps have roved;
My children, sing those melodies,—
The songs our fathers loved!
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SING ZION'S SONGS
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