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America
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my father died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride;
From ev'ry mountain's side
Let freedom ring.

My native coutnry, thee-
Land of the noble, free-
Thy name I love;
I lvoe thy rocks and rills,
They woods and templed hills;
My hear with rapture thrills
Like that above.

Let musiv swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees,
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their 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.

Battle Hymn of the Republic

BY JULIA WARD HOWE.

Tune-"John Brown."
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 lighning 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.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that
shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hears 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 lillies Christ was born
across the sea,
With a flory 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.-Cho.

God Bless Our Native Land

WORDS BY C.T. BROOKS AND J.S. DWIGHT

TUNE OF "AMERICA"

God bless our native land!
FIrm may she ever stand
Through storm and night!
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do though our country save,
By thy great might!

For her our prayers shall be,
Our fathers' God to thee,
On thee we wait!
Be her walls Holiness;
Her rulers, Righteousness;
Her officers be Peace;
God save the State!

Lord of all truth and right,
In whom alone is might,
On thee we call!
Give us prosperity;
Give us true liberty;
May all the opperessed go free;
God save us all!

Work, for the Night is Coming

Work, for the night is coming,
Work thro' the morning hours,
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work 'mid springing flow'rs
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man's work is done.

WOrk, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon;
Give every flying moment
Something to keep in store;
Work for the night is coming,
When man works no more.

Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing
Work, for the daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work while the night is dark'ning,
When man's work is o'er.

Watchman, Tell Us of the Night

Watchman! tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are.
Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height,
See that glory-beaming star.
Watchman! does its beauteous ray
Aught of joy or hope foretell?
Traveller! yes: it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel.

Watchman! tell us of the night;
Higher yet that star ascends.
Traveller! blessedness and light,
Peace of truth, its course portends.
Watchman! will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Travelelr! ages are its own;
See, it bursts o'er all the earth.

Watchman! tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn.
Traveller! darkness takes its flight;
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
Watchman! let thy wanderings cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home.
Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace,
Lo! the Son fo God is come.