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Check at their fountain head, Oh Lord, the streams of strife, Nor let misguided man rejoice To take his brother's life.

Strike off the pomp and pride That deck the deeds of war, And in their gorgeous mantle hide The blood-stained conqueror.

To history's blazoned page, Touch the pure wand of truth, And bid its heroes stand unveiled Before the eye of youth.

By every fire-side press The gospel's peaceful claims,