The Male Chorus

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Biglow & Main, 1888 - 127 oldal
 

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101. oldal - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
100. oldal - Oh, 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 rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
101. oldal - Blest with victory and peace, may the heavenrescued 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 :
40. oldal - Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fear to quell, no soul to save.
101. oldal - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave, From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave, And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave, O'er the Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave.
101. oldal - In God is our trust"; And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er...
108. oldal - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it.
99. oldal - Of thee I sing ; Land where my fa - thers died, Land of the Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and Sweet free-dom's song ; Let mor - tal tongues a - wake, Let all that To Thee we sing ; Long may our land be bright With free-dom's...
110. oldal - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
19. oldal - When at last I near the shore, And the fearful breakers roar 'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on Thy breast, May I hear Thee say to me...

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