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Then gather, Christians, gather, To praise with heart and voice The good Almighty Father Who biddeth you rejoice: For He hath turned the sadness Of His children into mirth, And we will sing with gladness The harvest-home of Earth.
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Song of Seventy, published more than forty years ago, has been exceedingly popular; and I here make this extract from an early archive-book respecting it:--
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Dr. Stanley, Bishop of Norwich, was so pleased with this said 'Song of Seventy' that he posted off to Hatchards' forthwith (after seeing it quoted anonymously in the _Athenæum_) to inquire the author's name. It was published in
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One Thousand Lines. I composed it during a solitary walk near Hurstperpoint, Sussex, in 1845, near about when I wrote
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Never give up.