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ON PROTESTANT UNION IN NEW ENGLAND.
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Satan's agents all combine
To oppose Christ's holy laws!

Brethren of a purer faith,
Shall we not join heart and hand,
And a bond as strong as death
Unite us in a foreign land?

Brethren of this hallowed soil,
Which our mutual fathers trod,
Here reposed from earth's turmoil,
Founded here a house for God,

Will ye not, with friendly clasp,
Greet the sons of other lands,—
With the warm fraternal grasp
Which our common faith demands?

Yes! ye will! our fathers yet
Look down upon their foreign home,
And see their sons together meet,
No more from freedom's land to roam.