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Not hurt in all my holy mountain.
Isaiah 11:9.
Hush the loud cannon’s roar,
The frantic warrior’s call,
Why should the earth be drenched with gore?
Are we not brothers all?
2 Want, from the wretch depart;
Chains, from the captive fall;
Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart:
Sufferers are brothers all.
3 Churches and sects, strike down
Each mean partition wall;
Let love each harsher feeling drown:
Christians are brothers all.
4 Let love and truth alone
Hold human hearts in thrall,
That heaven its work at length may own,
And men be brothers all.
Johns.