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O God of nations, hear
Thy people’s prayer to-day,
And keep our far-off brethren near
To Thee alway.
Though wide their skies apart,
Bleak ice and burning sun,
Yet in their island-mother’s heart
They all are one.
Thine ancient promise stands,
They shall not lack Thy care,
Though they be scattered
through all lands,
For Thou art there;
Though far o’er land and sea
A restless race they run,
Lord, let the love of home and Thee
Bind all in one.
Lo, earth’s remotest ends
Are linked by chains of prayer;
Keep Thou, O Lord,
our distant friends
Beneath Thy care;
And grant at last that we
May gain that shore, where none
Shall know the sundering of the sea,
But all be one.
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6 6 8 4 D
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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DOLWYDDELAN
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6 6 8 4 D
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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