Let Freedom's Banner wave. BY MRS. HARRIET BEECHER STOWE. HERE, where our fathers came To light our days; Here, where with faith and prayer Look ye, where free it waves Now pledge your heart and hand, Round this bright flag to stand, God of our fathers, now Let Freedom's banner wave Praise to the God of Harvest. BY JAMES MONTGOMERY. THE God of harvest praise; Yea, bless his holy name, The God of harvest praise; With sweet accord; Praise in the Courts of the Lord. PRAISE ye Jehovah's name; High o'er the heavens above Now let the trumpet raise Triumphant sounds of praise, Wide as his fame; There let the harp be found; Organs, with solemn sound, Roll your deep notes around, Filled with his name. While his high praise ye sing, He vital breath bestows: "Doubt Not." THE laws of Christian light, On, then, in God's great name! Christ leads us here So shall earth's distant lands In happy, holy bands One brotherhoodTogether rise and sing, And joyful offerings bring, And heaven's Eternal King Pronounce it good. fiery darts be hurled,Then I can smile at Satan's rage,And face a frowning world. crease my courage,Lord; I'll bear the toil,endure the pain,Supported by thy word. The Heavenly Canaan. 1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 4 Could we but climb where Moses stood A Psalm of Freedom. BY REV. EDMUND H. SEARS. STILL Wave our streamer's glorious folds It is our Nation's judgment-day Lo! on the thunders of the storm She rides, - an angel strong: "Now my swift day of reckoning comes; Now ends the slaver's wrong. "Lift up your heads, ye faithful ones; "God's last Messiah comes apace Then wave the streamer's gallant folds Song of the Stars and Stripes. BY REV. E. H. SEARS. WE see the gallant streamer yet That banner shall not fall. To waft our welcome home. Beneath thy shade we've toiled in peace; Beneath the stars and stripes we'll keep, Ho, brothers of the "Border States"! And pledge our faith and honor now We'll keep the memories bright and green Of all our old renown; We'll strike the traitor hand that's raise Still shall it guard your Southern homes Or if ye turn from us in scorn, And, with the same old rallying-cry, Weep o'er the Heroes as they fall. BY CHARLES WILLIAM BUTLER. WEEP o'er the heroes as they fall In conflict for the Right; And vow to Heaven our lives, our all, Shall give our country might. We will not let our banner fair Be trailed by foes in dust; But it shall be our dearest care, The nation's hope and trust. Weep o'er the heroes as they fall, Weep o'er the heroes as they fall, - BOSTON, MASS. They are Marching On. (Continued from opposite page.) From the granite hills, the seaside, In solid ranks like walls,A hundred men to take the place Of every man that falls. Right on across the midnight, Right onward, stern and proud; Their red flags shining as they come, Like morning on a cloud. Battalion on battalion, The West its bravery pours; In the woods and in the clearings, They have heard the bugle blowing, - ALICE CARY. Marching On. I'm a soldier of the army, I'm a soldier of the army, I'm a soldier of the army, And we'll conquer every foe. CHORUS. Glory, Halle, Hallelujah! We've a glorious Commander, He has never lost a battle, Onward, onward then to glory! The Massachusetts Line. BY THE AUTHOR OF "THE NEW PRIEST." AIR, "Yankee Doodle." STILL first, as long and long ago, Let Massachusetts muster: Give her the post right next the foc; Be sure that you may trust her. She was the first to give her blood For freedom and for honor; She trod her soil to crimson mud: God's blessing be upon her! She never faltered for the Right, Fling up her name with all your might; In peace her sails fleck all the seas, God and her true hands give her? God bless, God bless the glorious State! And then who can may press her: God bless her, and God bless her! DUANESBURGH, May 7, 1861. |