Monday, June 13, 2016

Seasonal Hymns: Independence Day 410-418

Independence Day
My country, 'tis of thee – S Smith

My country, 'tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty,
of thee I sing;
land where my fathers died,
land of the pilgrim's pride,
from every mountainside
let freedom ring.

My native country, thee,
land of the noble free,
thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
thy woods and templed hills;
my heart with rapture thrills
like that above.

Let music 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 fathers' 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.

O say can you see, by the dawn's early light – F Key

O say can you see,
by the dawn's early light,
what so proudly we hailed
at the twilight's last gleaming,
whose broad stripes and bright stars,
through the perilous fight,
o'er the ramparts we watched,
were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare,
the bombs bursting in air,
gave proof through the night
that our flag was still there.
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
o'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave?

O thus be it ever,
when freemen shall stand
between their loved homes
and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace,
may the heaven-rescued land
praise the Power that hath made
and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must,
when our cause it is just,
and this be our motto,
"In God we trust."
And the star-spangled banner
in triumph shall wave
o'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave!
God of our fathers, whose almighty hand – D Roberts

God of our fathers, whose almighty hand
leads forth in beauty all the starry band
of shining worlds in splendor through the skies,
our grateful songs before thy throne arise.

Thy love divine hath led us in the past,
in this free land by thee our lot is cast;
be thou our ruler, guardian, guide, and stay,
thy word our law, thy paths our chosen way.

From war's alarms, from deadly pestilence,
be thy strong arm our ever sure defense;
thy true religion in our hearts increase,
thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

Refresh thy people on their toilsome way,
lead us from night to never-ending day;
fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
and glory, laud, and praise be ever thine.

Lord God, we worship thee – J Franck / c Winkworth trans

Lord God, we worship thee!
In loud and happy chorus
we praise thy love and power,
whose goodness reigneth o'er us.
To heaven our song shall soar,
for ever shall it be
resounding o'er and o'er:
Lord God, we worship thee!

Lord God, we worship thee!
For thou our land defendest;
thou pourest down thy grace,
and strife and war thou endest;
since golden peace, O Lord,
thou grantest us to see,
our land, with one accord,
Lord God, gives thanks to thee!

Lord God, we worship thee!
And pray thee, who hast blest us,
that we may live in peace,
and none henceforth molest us:
O crown us with thy love;
fulfill our cry to thee:
Our Father, grant our prayer;
Lord God, we worship thee!

Not alone for mighty empire – W Merrill

Not alone for mighty empire, stretching far over land and sea,
not alone for bounteous harvests, lift we up our hearts to thee.
Standing in the living present, memory and hope between,
Lord, we would with deep thanksgiving, praise thee more for things unseen.

Not for battleships and fortress, not for conquests of the sword,
but for conquests of the spirit give we thanks to thee, O Lord;
for the priceless gift of freedom, for the home, the church, the school,
for the open door to manhood, in a land the people rule.

For the armies of the faithful, souls that passed and left no name;
for the glory that illumines patriot lives of deathless fame.
for our prophets and apostles, loyal to the living Word,
for all heroes of the spirit, give we thanks to thee, O Lord.

God of justice, save the people from the clash of race and creed,
from the strife of class and faction, make our nation free indeed;
keep her faith in simple manhood strong as when her life began,
till it find its full fruition in the brotherhood of man!

God bless our native land – S Mahlmann and W Hickson

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 thou our country save
by thy great might.

For her our prayers shall rise
to God, above the skies;
on him we wait;
thou who art ever nigh,
guarding with watchful eye,
to thee aloud we cry,
God save the state!

And not to us alone,
but be thy mercies known
from shore to shore.
Lord, make the nations see
that men should brothers be
and form one family
the wide world o'er.
God of our fathers, known of old – R Kipling

God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far flung battle line,
beneath whose awful hand we hold
dominion over palm and pine
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
lest we forget lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
the captains and the kings depart:
still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
an humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
lest we forget lest we forget!

Far called, our navies melt away;
on dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the nations, spare us yet,
lest we forget lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
wild tongues that have not thee in awe,
such boastings as the Gentiles use,
or lesser breeds without the law
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
lest we forget lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
in reeking tube and iron shard,
all valiant dust that builds on dust,
and guarding, calls not thee to guard,
for frantic boast and foolish word
thy mercy on thy people, Lord!

O God, beneath thy guiding hand – L Bacon

O God, beneath thy guiding hand
our exiled fathers crossed the sea;
and when they trod the wintry strand,
with prayer and psalm they worshiped thee.

Thou heardest, well pleased, the song, the prayer:
thy blessing came; and still its power
shall onward, through all ages, bear
the memory of that holy hour.

Laws, freedom, and faith in God
came with those exiles o'er the waves;
and, where their pilgrim feet have trod,
the God they trusted guards their graves.

And here thy Name, O God of love,
their children's children still adore,
till these eternal hills remove,
and spring adorns the earth no more.

O beautiful for spacious skies – K Bates

O beautiful for spacious skies,
for amber waves of grain,
for purple mountain majesties
above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
and crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea.

O beautiful for heroes proved
in liberating strife,
who more than self their country loved,
and mercy more than life!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
confirm thy soul in self-control,
thy liberty in law.

O beautiful for patriot dream
that sees beyond the years
thine alabaster cities gleam,
undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
and crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea.

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