B-orn to serve the Lord,
I-t's every man's duty;
N-ew dawn ninth of April,
G-ive God a Sunday glory.
M-ake yourself always
A-vailable to obey;
N-ever let your life go
A-miss, neither wrong nor astray.
L-et your faith and love be of one accord;
O-ffer praise for you were born to serve the Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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