Children of a freeborn race

Children of a freeborn race

Published in 4 hymnals

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1 Children of a free-born race,
Happy in your dwelling-place,
As your blessings ye retrace,
Think from whence they flow:
Think of that Creative Hand,
Author of the sea and land,
By whose power the nations stand
In their weal or woe.

2 Here are freedom, health, and peace;
Here oppression's surges cease;
Streams of knowledge here increase,
Deepening far and wide:
Science here her tribute pours,
Industry collects her stores,
Wealth flows in from foreign shores
Like a swelling tide.

3 Here, religion undefiled,
With an influence pure and mild,
Reaches to the humblest child,
E'en from door to door:
Let us then our offerings bring,
Thanks unto the heavenly King;
From the heart his praises sing
Now and evermore.

Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #794

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