There’s many a poor little boy,
Whose father and mother are dead,
Whose heart is a stranger to joy,
No home save a hovel or shed.

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We care not how poor or rich he may be,
Go bring him in, salvation is free;
His soul is a jewel, whose light by and by,
May shine in your crown, like a star in the sky.

Go out in the hedges and find,
For Jesus has given the rule,
The halt and the maimed and the blind,
Go bring them all into the school.

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Go, bearing the ensign of love,
Its glories forever unfurled,
Recruit for the army above,
Your warrant embraces the world.

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