Posted on 09/16/2001 8:01:28 PM PDT by TheBattman
The Star-Spangled Banner, Second Verse (from Heavenly Highway Hymns, Second Edition).
Oh, thus be it ever when
free men shall stand
Between their loved homes
and the war's des-o-la-tion!
Blest with vic-t'ry and peace,
may the Heav'n res-cued
Praise the Pow'r that hath made
and preserved us a na-tion!
Then con-quer we must, when our cause, it is just,
And this be our mot-to:
"In God is our trust!"
And the Star-span-gled Ban-ner
in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave.
The Star-Spangled Banner.
Francis Scott Key
Found this a few days ago.
I had no idea about the other verses, but they all seem to be quite powerful!
America the Beautiful
By Katharine Lee Bates;
Music by Parke W. Hewins
O 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!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self the country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
O 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!
O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!
O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!
O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!
O 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
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!
Evidently, contestants were interviewed shortly arriving in Atlantic City last week (before 9/11) for their "pre-interview" sessions. I cannot remember the exact number, but suffice it to say, that the majority of the contestants could not even name the Vice President of the United States!!
WHEW - we've got a big job ahead of us...
America (My Country Tis of Thee)
by Rev. Samuel F. Smith
My country! 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From ev'ry mountainside
Let freedom ring.
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love the rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees,
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathes partake,
Let rocks for silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our father's God to Thee,
Author of liberty
To thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King.
By Julia Ward Howe
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.
CHORUS
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;
Oh, 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)
Cheers,
Richard F.
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