HAIL, COLUMBIA !

Hail, Columbia ! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band!
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,
Enjoy'd the peace your valor won.
Let independence be your boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.

CHORUS

Firm, united, let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.

Immortal patriots! rise once more:
Defend your rights, defend your shore;
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies
Of toil and blood the well-earned prize.
While off'ring peace, sincere and just,
In Heav'n we place a manly trust
That truth and justice will prevail,
And every scheme of bondage fail.

CHORUS

Firm, united, let us be, etc.

Sound, sound the trump of fame!
Let WASHINGTON'S great name

Ring through the world with loud applause,
Ring through the world with loud applause,
Let every clime to Freedom dear
Listen with a joyful ear.

With equal skill, and godlike pow'r,
He governs in the fearful hour

Of horrid war; or guides, with ease,
The happier times of honest peace.
CHORUS

Firm, united, let us be, etc.

Behold the chief who now commands,
Once more to serve his country stands
The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat;
But armed in virtue firm and true,
His hopes are fixed on Heaven and you.
When hope was sinking in dismay,
And glooms obscured Columbia's day.
His steady mind, from changes Ire,
Resolved on death or Liberty.

CHORUS

Firm, united, let us be, etc.

-Joseph Hopkinson. 1770-1842.

COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN.

O Columbia, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot's devotion,
A world offers homage to thee!
Thy mandates make heroes assemble,
When Liberty's form stands in view;
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,

When borne by the red, white and blue.
CHORUS

When borne by the red, white and blue,
When borne by the red, white and blue,
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,
When borne by the red, white and blue.

When war wing'd its wide desolation

And threatened the land to deform,
The ark then of Freedom's foundation,
Columbia, rode safe thro' the storm;
With the garlands of vict'ry around her,
When so proudly she bore her brave crew,
With her flag floating proudly before her,
The boast of the red, white and blue.

CHORT'S

The boast of the red, white and blue,
The boast of the red, white and blue,
With her flag floating proudly before her,
The boast of the red, white and blue!

The star-spangled banner bring hither,
O'er Columbia's true sons let it wave;
May the wreaths they have won never wither,
Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave.
May the service united ne'er sever,

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,
The army and navy forever!

Three cheers for the red, white and blue!
-David F. Shaw.

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.

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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.

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-Julia Ward Howe. 1819