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Go, ye messengers of God!
Like the beams of morning fly,
Take the wonder working rod,
Wave the banner cross on high!
Go to many a tropic isle
In the bosom of the deep,
Where the skies forever smile
And the oppressed forever weep.
Where the golden gates of day
Open on the palmy East,
Wide the bleeding cross display,
Spread the Gospel’s richest feast.
Visit ev'ry heathen aoil,
Ev'ry barren, burning strand,—
Bid each dreary region shine,
Lovely as the promised land.
In yon wilds of stream and shade,
Many an Indian wigwam trace;
And with words of love persuade
Savages to sue for grace.
Circumnavigate the Ball—
Visit ev'ry soil and sea;
Preach the cross of Christ to all;
Jesus' love is full and free.
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7 7 7 7
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BUCKLAND
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7 7 7 7
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| # 118 | D | | # 287 | D | | # 645 | D | | # 130 | D | | # 287 | D | | # 277 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 334 | D |
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