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God Bless America
God bless America,
Land that I love,
Stand beside her and guide her,
Thru the night with a light from above;
From the mountains,
To the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam,
God bless America,
My home, sweet home.
God bless America,
My home, sweet home.
AMERICA
My country, tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the Pilgrims pride,
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring.
Our fathers God, to Thee
Author of liberty
To thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright
With freedoms holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King.
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL
Oh beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain,
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.
Oh beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress,
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America!
God mend thy every flaw.
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.
Oh beautiful for heros proved
In liberating strife
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life.
America! America!
May god thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine
Oh beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years.
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.
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 has loosed the fateful lightning
of His terrible swift sword
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.
I have read a fiery gospel writ
in burnish'd rows of steel,
"As ye deal with my contemptors,
so with you my grace shall deal;"
Let the Hero, born of woman,
crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded from the trumpet
that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men
before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him!
Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
The Star Spangled Banner
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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