Soldiers of the Cross, arise!
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Fear not, onward, noble band,
Marching through a hostile land:
Guided by a mighty hand,
Ye shall win the day.
Faithful to your banner be,
Ever fighting manfully:
Laurels shall be won by thee,
Fading not away.
BY THE LATE REV. SAMUEL GILMAN, D.D.,
OF CHARLESTON, S.C.
WHO would sever Freedom's shrine?
Who would draw the hateful line?
Though by birth one spot be mine,
Dear is all the rest.
Dear to me the South's fair land;
Dear the Central mountain-land;
Dear New-England's rocky strand;
Dear the prairied West.
By our altars, pure and free;
By our laws' deep-rooted tree;
By the Past's dread memory;
By our Washington;
By our common kindred tongue,
By our hopes,-bright, buoyant, young;
By the tie of country strong,-
We will still be one!
Fathers! have ye bled in vain?
Ages! - must ye droop again?
Maker! shall we rashly stain
Blessings sent by thee?
No! Receive our solemn vow,
While before thy throne we bow,
Ever to maintain, as now,
"Union, Liberty!"
Thy Country calls thee.
ROUSE ye at your country's call! Patriots, rouse ye one and all! Will you see your country fall Into anarchy?
See! our Spangled Banner waves High above our fathers' graves: Will their sons be coward slaves, Unworthy to be free?
2 The birds, without barn or storehouse are fed;
From them let us learn to trust for our bread:
His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied,
So long as 'tis written,-The Lord will provide.
3 No strength of our own, nor goodness we claim :
Our trust is all thrown on Jesus's Name;
In this our strong tower for safety we hide;
The Lord is our power,-The Lord will provide.
4 When life sinks apace, and death is in view,
The word of his grace shall comfort us through;
Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting-The Lord will provide.
Thanksgiving and Praise.
My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of his name,
His mercies record, his bounties proclaim:
To God, their Creator, let all creatures raise
The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise.
Though, hid from man's sight, God sits on his throne,
Yet here by his works their Author is known:
The world shines, a mirror, its Maker to show;
And heaven views its image reflected below.
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By knowledge supreme, by wisdom divine,
God governs this earth with gracious design:
O'er beast, bird, and insect his providence reigns;
Whose will first created, whose love still sustains.
And man, his last work, with reason endued;
Who, falling through sin, by grace is renewed, -
To God, his Creator, let man ever raise
The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise.
Oh! tell of his might, and sing of his grace;
Whose robe is the light; whose canopy, space:
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.
Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail:
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Preserver, and Friend!
Father Almighty, how faithful thy love!
While angels delight to hymn thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.
1. Ye sons of Freedom, wake to glory, Hark! hark! what myriads bid y Instrument.
rise; Your children,wives, and grand-sires hoary,
tears, and hear their cries! Behold their tears, and hear their cries, Shall hateful
To arms, to arms, ye brave, Th'a - veng - ing sword unsheath,
March on, march on, all hearts resolved On vic
2 Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling,
Which treacherous men confederate raise;
The dogs of war, let loose, are howling,
And lo! our fields and cities blaze;
And shall we basely view the ruin,
While lawless force with guilty stride,
Spreads desolation far and wide,
With crimes and blood its hands embruing.
To arms! &c.
3 With luxury and pride surrounded,
The vile, insatiate despots dare,
(Their thirst of power and gold unbounded,)
To mete and vend the light and air.
Like beasts of burden would they load us,
Like gods would bid their slaves adore,
But man is man, and who is more!
Then shall they longer lash and goad us?
To arms! &c.
4 O, Liberty! can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy generous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts or bars confine thee?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield,
But freedom is our sword and shield,
And all their arts are unavailing.
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