PATRIOT^ 8£#GS ^V HYMNS.
If our cause be pure and just, "'
Nerve our courage with thy trust:
Scatter, in thy bitter wrath,
All who cross the nation's path:
May the baffled traitors fly,
As the vapors from the sky
When thy raging winds are high !
God of mercy, some must fall
In thy holy eause. Not all
Hope to sing the victor's lay
When the sword is laid away.
Brief will be the prayers then said ;
Falling at thy altar dead,
Take the sacrifice, instead.
Now, 0 God! once more we rise,
Marching on beneath thy eyes;
And we draw the sacred sword
In thy name and at thy word.
May our spirits clearly see
Thee, through all that is to be,
In defeat or victory.
BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
Father of Mercies, Heavenly Friend,
We seek thy gracious throne ;
To thee our faltering prayers ascend,
Our filinting hearts are known!
From blasts that chill, from suns that smite,
From every plague that harms ;
In camp and march, in siege and fight,
Protect our men-at-arms ! .
Though from our darkened lives they take-
What makes our life most dear,
We yield them for their country's sake
With no relenting tear.
Our blood their flowing veins will shed,
Their wounds our breast will share;
Oh ! save us from the woes we dread,
Or grant us strength to bear 1
Let each unhallowed cause, that brings
The stern destroyer,, cease,
Thy flaming angel fold his wings,
And -seraphs whisper Peaoe I
Thine are the sceptre and the sword,
Stretch forth thy mighty hand—
Reign thou our kingless nation's Lord,
Rule thou our throneless land !
HYMN OF THE CONNECTICUT TWELFTH.
'Be Thou our country's "Chief,
In this our year of grief,
All Father great;
Go forth with awful tread,
Crush Treason's serpent head;
Bring back our sons misled,
And save our State.
Uphold our Stripes and Stars
Through war's destroying jars
With thy right hand ;
0 God of battles ! lead
Where our swift squadrons speed,
Where our brave brothers bleed
Break every yoke and chain,
Let truth and justice reign
From deep to deep :
Make all our statues right
In thy most holy sight;
Light us, O Lord of Light,
Thy ways to keep.
God bless our Fatherland,
God make it strong and grand
On sea and shore ;
Ages its glory swell,
Peace in its borders dwell,
God stand its sentinel
BATTLE-HYMN OF THE. REPUBLIC.
BY MRS. 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.
I have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred
circling camps ;
They have builded him an altar in the evening
dews and damps ;
I have read his righteous sentence by the dim
and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
I haw read a fiery gospel writ in burnished
rows of steel;
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you
r. my grace shall deal;
Let'the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent
with his heel,
Since God is marching on."
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall
never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his
Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer him ! be jubi¬
lant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was borne
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.