145. GOD EVER GLORIOUS. 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. 146. FATHERLAND. Rolls our high song. Reign ages long! Our Fathers bore-- From shore to shore. Free as our rivers flow, Be our broad land! Dear Fatherland! 147. 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! 148. 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. 149. THE CALL TO DUTY. Fields of beauty sleeping lie; Call to duty stern and high. Following every voice of mercy, With a trusting, loving heart, Still be sure to do our part. Now, to-day, and not to-morrow, Let us work with all our might, In the coming stormy night. Now, to-day, and not to-morrow, Lest before to-morrow's sun, Shall have left our work undone. 150. THE LAW WITHIN. That law within would shine, 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 Which has no ark, 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. |