1 Go, preach the gospel in my name, Said he of Bethlehem: Teach of a crown more glorious Than earthly diadem. 2 Teach ye as I have taught, in love; Be hate unthought, unspoken; Bind up the bleeding heart, nor let The bruised reed be broken. 3 If any scorn you for the truth Which ye shall publish free, Think of the lonely midnight hour In dark Gethsemane: 4 Think of my prayers on Olivet, My musings by the sea; And though the heavy chain may bind, That truth shall make you free.
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