Father! all glo- ri- ous, O'er all vic to ri- ous, Come, and reign over us, Ancient of days!
Come, and Thy peo-ple bless, And give Thy word success, Spirit of holi-ness, On us de-scend.
Thou, who al-might-y art, Now rule in ev'ry heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spir- it of pow'r!
His sovereign maj-es- ty May we in glory see, And to e ternity Love and adore.

1. O! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? 2. On the shore,dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foes' haughty host in dread silence reposes, 3. O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Be-tween their loved homes and war's deso-la-tion;

The Star-Spangled Banner. Concluded.

Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming? What is that which the breeze, o'er the tow'ring steep As it fit-fully blows, half conceals, half discloses ? Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the pow'r that has made and preserved us a nation

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And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there; Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our mot-to, "In God is our trust."

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'Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

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Samuel F. Smith.

My Country, 'Tis of Thee.

Henry Carey.

1. My coun-try! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of lib er-ty, Of thee I sing:
My native country, thee-Land of the noble, free-Thy name I love;
3. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song;
4. Our father's God, to Thee, Au-thor of lib er ty, To Thee we sing:

Land where my

I love thy Let mor- tal Long may our

fathers died! Land of the pilgrim's pride! From ev 'ry moun-tain side Let free - dom ring! rocks and rills, Thy woods and tem-pled hills: My heart with rap-ture thrills Like that a - bove. tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake, Let rocks their silence break-The sound pro- long. land be bright With freedom's holy light; Pro - tect us by thy might, Great God, our King!