 | [Hymn, in] Glastenbury for two hundred years |  |
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HYMN.
Air.—Auld Lang Syne.
Two hundred years! Two hundred years!
What changes have they seen,
Since the red hunter chas'd the deer
O'er copse and valley green,
What changes have they seen,
Since the red hunter chas'd the deer
O'er copse and valley green,
While countless cares and toils were met
In faith and patience bold,
Though round our few and feeble States
The appalling war-cloud roll'd.
In faith and patience bold,
Though round our few and feeble States
The appalling war-cloud roll'd.
Since o'er yon stream with stranger sail
A vessel woo'd the breeze,
And up the corn sheaf sparsely sprang
Among the fallen trees.
A vessel woo'd the breeze,
And up the corn sheaf sparsely sprang
Among the fallen trees.
But now,—a Banian root they strike,
By Heaven's own smile sustain'd
And schools and spires and cities tower
Where erst the Indian reign'd.
By Heaven's own smile sustain'd
And schools and spires and cities tower
Where erst the Indian reign'd.
And 'mid the nations of the earth
A noble name they bear?
And homage to the Power Supreme
Incites their grateful prayer.
A noble name they bear?
And homage to the Power Supreme
Incites their grateful prayer.
God of our sires!—whose high decree
Unnumber'd worlds obey,
Before whose sight, a thousand years
Are counted as a day.
Unnumber'd worlds obey,
Before whose sight, a thousand years
Are counted as a day.
Vouchsafe to these, our banded realms
That stretch from sea to sea,—
The diamond shield of patriot love
And dauntless strength from Thee.
That stretch from sea to sea,—
The diamond shield of patriot love
And dauntless strength from Thee.
| [Hymn, in] Glastenbury for two hundred years | |