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INDEPENDENCE DAY, JULY 4, 1776.
Auspicious morning, hail!
Voices from hill and vale
Thy welcome sing:
Joy on thy dawning breaks;
Each heart that joy partakes,
While cheerful music wakes,
Its praise to bring.
Voices from hill and vale
Thy welcome sing:
Joy on thy dawning breaks;
Each heart that joy partakes,
While cheerful music wakes,
Its praise to bring.
When on the tyrant's rod
Our patriot fathers trod,
And dared be free;
'T was not in burning zeal,
Firm nerves, and hearts of steel,
Our country's joy to seal,
But, Lord, in Thee.
Our patriot fathers trod,
And dared be free;
'T was not in burning zeal,
Firm nerves, and hearts of steel,
Our country's joy to seal,
But, Lord, in Thee.
Thou, as a shield of power,
In battle's awful hour,
Didst round us stand;
Our hopes were in Thy throne;
Strong in Thy might alone,
By Thee our banners shone,
God of our land!
In battle's awful hour,
Didst round us stand;
Our hopes were in Thy throne;
Strong in Thy might alone,
By Thee our banners shone,
God of our land!
Long o'er our native hills,
Long by our shaded rills,
May Freedom rest!
Long may our shores have peace,
Our flag grace every breeze,
Our ships, the distant seas,
From east to west!
Long by our shaded rills,
May Freedom rest!
Long may our shores have peace,
Our flag grace every breeze,
Our ships, the distant seas,
From east to west!
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Peace on this day abide,
From morn till even-tide;
Wake, tuneful song;
Melodious accents raise.
Let every heart, with praise,
Bring high and grateful lays,
Rich, full, and strong.
From morn till even-tide;
Wake, tuneful song;
Melodious accents raise.
Let every heart, with praise,
Bring high and grateful lays,
Rich, full, and strong.
Onward the echo floats;
Sublime and swelling notes
On the air sail;
From fearless hearts and free,
The lofty minstrelsy
Rises, O God, to Thee
Hail, Freedom, hail!
Sublime and swelling notes
On the air sail;
From fearless hearts and free,
The lofty minstrelsy
Rises, O God, to Thee
Hail, Freedom, hail!
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