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FREEDOM, OUR QUEEN.

LAND where the banners wave last in the sun, Blazoned with star-clusters, many in one, Floating o'er prairie and mountain and sea; Hark! 't is the voice of thy children to thee!

Here at thine altar our vows we renew
Still in thy cause to be loyal and true, -
True to thy flag on the field and the wave,
Living to honor it, dying to save!

Mother of heroes! if perfidy's blight

Fall on a star in thy garland of light,
Sound but one bugle-blast! Lo! at the sign
Armies all panoplied wheel into line!

Hope of the world! thou hast broken its chains, — Wear thy bright arms while a tyrant remains,

Stand for the right till the nations shall own Freedom their sovereign, with Law for her throne !

Freedom! sweet Freedom! our voices resound, Queen by God's blessing, unsceptred, uncrowned! Freedom, sweet Freedom, our pulses repeat, Warm with her life-blood, as long as they beat!

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Fold the broad banner-stripes over her breast, -
Crown her with star-jewels Queen of the West!
Earth for her heritage, God for her friend,
She shall reign over us, world without end!

ARMY HYMN

"Old Hundred."

O LORD of Hosts! Almighty King! Behold the sacrifice we bring!

To every arm Thy strength impart, Thy spirit shed through every heart!

Wake in our breasts the living fires, The holy faith that warmed our sires; Thy hand hath made our Nation free; To die for her is serving Thee.

Be Thou a pillared flame to show
The midnight snare, the silent foe;
And when the battle thunders loud,
Still guide us in its moving cloud.

God of all Nations! Sovereign Lord!

In Thy dread name we draw the sword,
We lift the starry flag on high

That fills with light our stormy sky.

From treason's rent, from murder's stain, Guard Thou its folds till Peace shall reign, Till fort and field, till shore and sea,

Join our loud anthem, PRAISE TO THEE!

PARTING HYMN.

"Dundee."

FATHER of Mercies, Heavenly Friend,
We seek Thy gracious throne;

To Thee our faltering prayers ascend,
Our fainting hearts are known!

From blasts that chill, from suns that smite, From every plague that harms;

In camp and march, in siege and fight,

Protect our men-at-arms!

Though from our darkened lives they take

What makes our life most dear,

We yield them for their country's sake

With no relenting tear.

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