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145.

GOD EVER GLORIOUS.
God ever glorious, Sov 'reign of nations,

Waving the banner of peace o'er our land, Thine is the victory, Thine the salvation,

Strong to deliver, own we Thy hand. Still may Thy blessing rest, Father most holy,

Over each mountain, rock, river and shore, Sing hallelujah, shout in hosannas,

God keep our country free evermore.

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FATHERLAND.
To thee, O Fatherland,
Bond of our heart and hand,

Rolls our high song.
May all thy path-ways be
Highways of Liberty,
And Justice throned in thee,

Reign ages long!
And Thou, O God of Right,
The Lord, whose arm of might,

Our Fathers bore--
Thou mad'st their children strong
To break the chains of wrong,
Till rang the Freeman's song

From shore to shore.

Free as our rivers flow,
Pure as our breezes blow,

Be our broad land!
Bright home of Liberty,
High hope of all the free-
Our love thy watch-tower be,

Dear Fatherland!

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THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER.

O say, can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's

last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through

the perilous fight, O’er the ramparts we watched, were so

gallantly streaming ? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs burst

ing in air, Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was

still there. O say, does the star-spangled banner yet

wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of

the brave?

On the shore dimly seen, through the mists of

the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread

silence reposes, What is that which the breeze o'er the tow

ering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half dis

closes? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's

first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the

stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it

wave O'er the land of the free and the home of

the brave!

Oh! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their lov'd home and the war's

desolation; Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav'n

rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and pre

serv'd us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it

is just, And this be our motto, “In God is our trust,” And the star-spangled banner in triumph

shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of

the brave!

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LAND OF OUR FATHERS.

Land of our fathers! wheresoe'er we roam; Land of our birth to us thou still art home; Peace and prosperity on thy sons attend; Down to posterity their influence descends. All then inviting, hearts and voices joining,

Sing we in harmony our native land.

Tho' other climes may brighter hopes fulfill, Land of our birth! we ever love thee still; Heav'n shield our happy home from each hos

tile band; Freedom and plenty ever crown our native

land. All then inviting, hearts and voices joining,

Sing we in harmony our native land.

SONGS OF DUTY.

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THE CALL TO DUTY.
All around us, fair with flowers,

Fields of beauty sleeping lie;
All around us, clarion voices

Call to duty stern and high.

Following every voice of mercy,

With a trusting, loving heart,
Let us in life's earnest labor

Still be sure to do our part.

Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,

Let us work with all our might,
Lest, the wretched faint and perish

In the coming stormy night.

Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,

Lest before to-morrow's sun,
We, too, mournfully departing,

Shall have left our work undone.

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THE LAW WITHIN.
Say not the law divine
Is hidden from thee, or afar removed ;

That law within would shine,
If there its glorious light were sought and

loved.

Soar not on high, Nor ask who thence shall bring it down to

earth. That vaulted sky hath no such star, Didst thou but know its worth.

Nor launch thy bark
In search thereof, upon a shoreless sea,

Which has no ark,
No dove to bring this olive branch to thee.

Then do not roam In search of that which wandering can not

win; At home! at home! There peace is found, thy very heart within.

151.

BE TRUE TO EVERY INMOST THOUGHT.

Be true to every inmost thought;

Be as thy thought, thy speech; What thou hast not by suff'ring bought,

Pressure not thou to teach.

Woe, woe to him on safety bent,

Who creeps to age from youth, Failing to grasp his life's intent,

Because he fears the truth.

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