The Song of a Heathen

If jesus Christ is a man,— And only a man,—I say That of all mankind I cleave to him, And to him will I cleave alway. If Jesus Christ is a God,— And the only God,—I swear I will follow Him through heaven and hell, The earth, the sea, and the air!

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