America : our national hymn . THE FLAG. Wave the new flag, exultant, oer the land, Spread out its folds of beauty toward the sea; Bid softest winds its blood-bought charms expand;Hail it with shouts — the banner of the free. Bears it the brilliant stripes of spotless white ? Our cause is righteous and our aim is pure; Bears it the red ? — We battle for the right— Red blood may flow, but freedom shall endure. Bears it the blue ? — To heaven our high appealIn Christian gratitude and faith we raise; And every star—a new-made State — shall sealOur fervent trust in God, our joyful praise. Count all
America : our national hymn . THE FLAG. Wave the new flag, exultant, oer the land, Spread out its folds of beauty toward the sea; Bid softest winds its blood-bought charms expand;Hail it with shouts — the banner of the free. Bears it the brilliant stripes of spotless white ? Our cause is righteous and our aim is pure; Bears it the red ? — We battle for the right— Red blood may flow, but freedom shall endure. Bears it the blue ? — To heaven our high appealIn Christian gratitude and faith we raise; And every star—a new-made State — shall sealOur fervent trust in God, our joyful praise. Count all the stars, the stripes both white and red,Whereer on sea or land the flag is seen, They tell how God our growing States has led —Stars, ever more; and stripes, the old thirteen. Wave, then, fair banner—men may pass away,No mind can guess the changes yet to be ; But thou, in beauty hold thy blessed way,Our flag of peace — our symbol of the LEXINGTON. 1776 — 1876. Thou, God of nations, wast, in battles hour,Our Shield, our Strength, our Helper, and our Tower;Oer all our paths Thy sheltering wings were spread;Our feet, through all the years, Thy wisdom led. Joy from each grief, and strength from trials grew;God wrought our blessings from the woes we knew;Taught us, by Him preserved, in Him to stand,And made us walk in Freedoms promised land. So round the oak the tempests drive and beat —Winters stern blasts and summers fervid heat;Times mighty clock counts off its hundred years —Its verdant beauty still the monarch wears. As on the ages roll, in solemn sweep,With pillared cloud and fire our pathways keep;Oer all the land we love, in glory shine —Thine is the work, the praise be ever Thine.
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