Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in Heaven.@Matthew 5:14–16
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George C. Martin (1844–1916)

Sarah J. Wilson, 1922.

All Hallows (Martin) George C. Martin, 1891 (🔊 pdf nwc).

The land we love is calling,
From plain and mountain height,
Her valiant sons and daughters
To lift her beacon light;
From coast to coast the answer
Comes ringing loud and free,
America, America,
We bring our lives to thee.

The soul starved mountain highlands,
The need of countryside,
The city’s creeping darkness,
Where sin and fear abide,
Shall see the marching thousands
That come from far and near:
America, America,
Thy pleading call we hear!

O heralds of the morning,
Stand in your radiant might,
Splendid with faith triumphant,
Touched by the living light,
For faithful, loving service
Thy country calls to thee,
Till God’s redeemed America
Thy shining crown shall be.