HAIL, COLUMBIA ! Hail, Columbia ! happy land! CHORUS Firm, united, let us be, Immortal patriots! rise once more: CHORUS Firm, united, let us be, etc. Sound, sound the trump of fame! Ring through the world with loud applause, With equal skill, and godlike pow'r, Of horrid war; or guides, with ease, Firm, united, let us be, etc. Behold the chief who now commands, CHORUS Firm, united, let us be, etc. -Joseph Hopkinson. 1770-1842. COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN. O Columbia, the gem of the ocean, When borne by the red, white and blue. When borne by the red, white and blue, When war wing'd its wide desolation And threatened the land to deform, CHORT'S The boast of the red, white and blue, The star-spangled banner bring hither, But hold to their colors so true; The army and navy forever! Three cheers for the red, white and blue! CHORUS Three cheers for the red, white and blue! Three cheers for the red, white and blue! BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. His day is marching on. Chorus I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on." Chorus He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; O! be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Chorus In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. Chorus -Julia Ward Howe. 1819 |