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Hymn for a Flag-Raising in Andover.
Here, where our fathers came
Bearing the holy flame
To light our days,—
Here, where with faith and prayer
They reared these walls in air,
Now to the heavens so fair
Their flag we raise.
Bearing the holy flame
To light our days,—
Here, where with faith and prayer
They reared these walls in air,
Now to the heavens so fair
Their flag we raise.
Look ye, where free it waves
Over their hallowed graves!
Blessing their sleep;
Now pledge your heart and hand,
Sons of a noble land,
Round this bright flag to stand,
Till death to keep!
Over their hallowed graves!
Blessing their sleep;
Now pledge your heart and hand,
Sons of a noble land,
Round this bright flag to stand,
Till death to keep!
God of our fathers! now
To thee we raise our vow—
Judge and defend;
Let Freedom's banner wave
Till there be not a slave—
Show thyself strong to save,
Unto the end.
To thee we raise our vow—
Judge and defend;
Let Freedom's banner wave
Till there be not a slave—
Show thyself strong to save,
Unto the end.
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The Holy War.
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“And I saw heaven opened, and beheld a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.”—
Rev. xix. 11, 12, 14.
To the last battle set, throughout the earth!
Not for vile lust of plunder or of power,
The hosts of justice and eternal right
Unfurl their banner in this solemn hour.
Not for vile lust of plunder or of power,
The hosts of justice and eternal right
Unfurl their banner in this solemn hour.
A King rides forth, whose eyes, as burning fire,
Wither oppression in their dazzling flame:
And he hath sworn to right all human wrong
By the dread power of his mysterious name.
Wither oppression in their dazzling flame:
And he hath sworn to right all human wrong
By the dread power of his mysterious name.
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O'er all the earth resounds his trumpet-call;
The nations, waking from their dreary night,
Are mustering in their ranks, and thronging on
To hail the brightness of his rising light:
The nations, waking from their dreary night,
Are mustering in their ranks, and thronging on
To hail the brightness of his rising light:
And all the armies that behind him ride
Come in white raiment, spotless as the snow—
“Freedom and justice” is their battle-cry,
And all the earth rejoices as they go.
Come in white raiment, spotless as the snow—
“Freedom and justice” is their battle-cry,
And all the earth rejoices as they go.
Shoulder to shoulder ride the brother bands—
Brave hearts and tender, with undaunted eye;
With manly patience ready to endure,
With gallant daring resolute to die.
Brave hearts and tender, with undaunted eye;
With manly patience ready to endure,
With gallant daring resolute to die.
They know not fear; for what have they to fear
Who all have counted, and have all resigned,
And laid their lives a solemn offering down
For laws, for truth, for freedom—for mankind?
Who all have counted, and have all resigned,
And laid their lives a solemn offering down
For laws, for truth, for freedom—for mankind?
No boastful words are theirs, nor murderous zeal,
Nor courage fed with the inebriate bowl;
But their brave hearts show in true touch and time
The sober courage of the manly soul.
Nor courage fed with the inebriate bowl;
But their brave hearts show in true touch and time
The sober courage of the manly soul.
Ah! who can say how precious and how dear
These noble hearts of thousand homes the light?
Yet wives and mothers, smiling through their tears,
Gave them unmurmuring to the holy fight.
These noble hearts of thousand homes the light?
Yet wives and mothers, smiling through their tears,
Gave them unmurmuring to the holy fight.
O, brothers, banded for this sacred war!
Keep your white garments spotless still and pure;
Be priestly warriors, hallowing the right—
So shall your victory be swift and sure.
Keep your white garments spotless still and pure;
Be priestly warriors, hallowing the right—
So shall your victory be swift and sure.
So shall the spotless King with whom ye ride
Make vile disorder from the earth to cease;
And Time's triumphant songs at last shall hail
The victory of a true and righteous peace.
Make vile disorder from the earth to cease;
And Time's triumphant songs at last shall hail
The victory of a true and righteous peace.
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