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My breth'ren all, on you I call, Arise and look around you, How many foes, bound to oppose, Who're waiting to confound you! The gospel calls on Zion's walls, Shake off your sleep and slumber; Arise and pray, we'll win the day, Though we are few in number. |
MY brethren all, on you I call,, Stanza 1 |