Hail, Columbia
Hail, Columbia! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born land!
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,
Enjoy'd the peace your valour won.
Let independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.
Firm - united - let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Immortal patriots! rise once more;
Defend your rights, defend your shore;
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies
Of toil and blood the well-earn'd prize.
While offering peace sincere and just,
In Heaven we place a manly trust,
That truth and justice will prevail,
And every scheme of bondage fail.
Firm - united - let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Sound, sound the trump of Fame!
Let Washington's great name
Ring through the world with loud applause,
Ring through the world with loud applause:
Let every clime to Freedom dear
Listen with a joyful ear.
With equal skill, and godlike power,
He governs in the fearful hour
Of horrid war; or guides, with ease,
The happier times of honest peace.
Firm - united - let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Behold the chief who now commands,
Once more to serve his country, stands -
The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat:
But, arm'd in virtue firm and true,
His hopes are fix'd on Heaven and you.
When Hope was sinking in dismay,
Ang glooms obscured Columbia's day,
His steady mind, from changes free,
Resolved on death or liberty.
Firm - united - let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Joseph Hopkinson . 1770-1842
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Joseph Hopkinson
born 1770, died 1842
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