Our Father – God, His children – we,
No matter where our birthplace be –
Mid Arctic snows, or torrid clime,
One family since the first of time!
We should not bind our fellow-man,
Though he be yellow, black, or tan –
Or seek to keep him trodden down
By haughty sneer, or cruel frown.
A mother’s love, like that of Heav’n,
Alike to all her sons is giv’n, –
All men are free as God’s pure air.
And all alike His image bear.
Far better we should ever try
To ease the load, or soothe the sigh;
Each other’s burdens kindly bear,
Each other’s joys or sorrows share!
How can we pray to God above.
And daily seek His care and love.
Unless our hearts for others’ woe
With sympathetic love o’erflow?
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