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Hymn
Our Country's Dead
They live to God, they live to God,
Though gone from human sight!
The good and brave, who left their homes
To battle for the right.
Though gone from human sight!
The good and brave, who left their homes
To battle for the right.
To Thee, O God, they still live on,
Though ceased their mortal strife;
And wait the triumph of the Cause,
More dear to them than life.
Though ceased their mortal strife;
And wait the triumph of the Cause,
More dear to them than life.
In sight of men they seem to die,
And perish from the earth;
But Thou dost give them even here,
A new, immortal birth.
And perish from the earth;
But Thou dost give them even here,
A new, immortal birth.
Though chastened for a little time,
Thou dost reward their pain;
To die, to suffer for the right,
Is e'en on earth to gain.
Thou dost reward their pain;
To die, to suffer for the right,
Is e'en on earth to gain.
For to their Country still they live,
And, on her roll of fame,
Recorded shall forever stand
Each brave, and honored name!
And, on her roll of fame,
Recorded shall forever stand
Each brave, and honored name!
Poem No. 644; c. 1 August 1863
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