The tyrant's hand is on your neck, And shall his fetters keep
If here supinely ye will sleep, Dreaming that ye are free.
Where patriot's blood was freely poured, In holy martyrdom?
Free are ye! while ye bear about The tyrant's galling chain?
Arouse, New-England's Sons!
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Free! while the halls ye rear are burned? Free! while your sons are driven By Slavery's mobs, because they dare To speak for Truth and Heaven? Free! while the very homes you've made Beside your fathers' graves Are pillaged, if ye dare to aid The panting, flying slave?
Arouse, New-England's sons, arouse! And lay Oppression low;
And strike for Freedom and for God An earnest, manly blow. Nail up your banner to the wall: In God's name let it wave, Until beneath its ample folds Shall crouch no wretched slave.
National Hymn.
BY REV. JOHN PIERPONT. TUNE, "Amèrica," page 2. GOD of this glorious earth, Who seest the nations' birth, Growth, pride, and fall, Let ours thy favor share, Be ours thy constant care, While with loud song and prayer On thee we call.
Let health and heart, O Lord! Her manly toil reward;
Let arts of Peace,
Of patient labor born, Her halls, her fanes, adorn; And Plenty fill her horn With large increase. When in a righteous cause She hears thy call, and draws Her sword or bow,
Lend her thy spear and shield; Teach her those arms to wield, And from the battle-field
Conqueror to go.
Should Treason's bloody hand Be lifted, and the land
Quake with alarm, Then clothe her in thy might,- The strength that robes the Right,- And let thy lightning smite
WITH banner and with badge we come, An army true and strong, To fight against the hosts of Rum; And this shall be our song:- "We love the clear cold-water springs, Supplied by gentle showers:
To feel the strength cold water brings, The victory is ours."
"Cold-water Army" is our name: Oh! may we faithful be,
And so in truth and justice claim The blessings of the free. We love, &c.
Though others love their rum and wine, And drink till they are mad,
To water we will still incline, To make us strong and glad.
I pledge to thee this hand of mine In faith and friendship strong; And, fellow-soldiers, we will join The chorus of our song.
Wipe out, O God! the Nation's Sin.
THE land our fathers left to us
Is foul with hateful sin:
When shall, O Lord! this sorrow end, And hope and joy begin?
What good, though growing might and wealth
Shall stretch from shore to shore, If thus the fatal poison-taint
Be only spread the more?
Wipe out, O God! the nation's sin; Then swell the nation's power: But build not high our yearning hopes, To wither in an hour.
No outward show nor fancied strength From thy stern justice saves:
There is no liberty for them
Who make their brethren slaves.
1. Man the life-boat! man the life-boat! Hearts of love, your succor lend!
See! the shattered vessel staggers! Quick! O quick! assistance lend!
Now the fragile boat is hanging On the billow's feathery height;
The creation invited to praise God.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring; In songs of praise divinely sing;
The great salvation loud proclaim, And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 4 In every land begin the song;
To every land the strains belong : In cheerful sounds all voices raise, And fill the world with loudest praes HYMN.
BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 1 O Lord of Hosts! Almighty King! Behold the sacrifice we bring! To every arm Thy strength impart, Thy spirit shed through every heart! 2 Wake in our breasts the living fires, The holy faith that warmed our sires; Thy hand hath made our Nation free; To die for her is serving Thee. 3 Be Thou a pillared flame to show The midnight snare, the silent foe; And when the battle thunders loud, Still guide us in its moving cloud. 4 God of all Nations! Sovereign Lord! In thy dread name we draw the sword, We lift the starry flag on high, That fills with light our stormy sky.
5 From treason's rent, from murder's stain, Guard Thou its folds till Peace shall reign- Till fort and field, till shore and sea Join our loud anthem, PRAISE TO THEE!
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