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 Shall lands that Bibles shower
 * To give the heathen joy,

Exert their skill and power
 * Each other to destroy?

May not the heathen lay
 * Your Bible on the shelf,

And to the giver say—
 * "Physician, heal thyself?"

Heralds of Jesus' birth,
 * Did we mistake your stairs

Proclaiming peace on earth—
 * Love's universal reign?

Where is the land so fair,
 * That met the Prophet's look,

That makes the sword a share,
 * The spear a pruning hook?

What Miss comes on the boom,
 * That speaks of war and strife,

To lands immersed in gloom,
 * Obstructing light and life?

Roll, Truth, from this eclipse,
 * Enlighten Error's slaves,

Till Commerce see her ships
 * Sole travellers on the waves!

Master of rod and rein,
 * He ruled the prancing steed;

Cheered his proud team along the plain.
 * And curbed their downward speed.

But floods of sin and shame
 * flowed from his filthy tongue;

And He who bears the worthy name
 * Endured his folly long.