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| O SOUTHLAND! O Southland! | |
| Have you not heard the call, | |
| The trumpet blown, the word made known | |
| To the nations, one and all? | |
| The watchword, the hope-word, | 5 |
| Salvation’s present plan? | |
| A gospel new, for all—for you: | |
| Man shall be saved by man. | |
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| O Southland! O Southland! | |
| Do you not hear to-day | 10 |
| The mighty beat of onward feet, | |
| And know you not their way? | |
| ’Tis forward, ’tis upward, | |
| On to the fair white arch | |
| Of Freedom’s dome, and there is room | 15 |
| For each man who would march. | |
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| O Southland, fair Southland! | |
| Then why do you still cling | |
| To an idle age and a musty page, | |
| To a dead and useless thing? | 20 |
| ’Tis springtime! ’Tis work-time! | |
| The world is young again! | |
| And God’s above, and God is love, | |
| And men are only men. | |
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| O Southland! my Southland! | 25 |
| O birthland! do not shirk | |
| The toilsome task, nor respite ask, | |
| But gird you for the work. | |
| Remember, remember | |
| That weakness stalks in pride; | 30 |
| That he is strong who helps along | |
| The faint one at his side. | |
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