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Hail! Columbia
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Words & music: Joseph Hopkinson (1798)
(newly arranged and published by G.E. Blake, N.Y., 1840)
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Hail! Columbia, happy land,
Hail ye heroes, heav’n born band,
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 valor won;
Let Independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost,
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies!
Chorus:
Firm--united--let us be,
Rallying round our liberty,
As a band of brothers join’d,
Peace and safety we shall find.
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 thro’ the world with loud applause,
Ring thro’ the world with loud applause,
Let every clime, to freedom dear,
Listen with a joyful ear;
With equal skill and god-like pow’r,
He governed in the fearful hour
Of horrid war, or guides with ease,
The happier times of honest peace.
Chorus:
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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 earned 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.
Chorus:
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 heav’n and you!
When hope was sinking in dismay,
When glooms obscur’d Columbia’s day;
His steady mind, from changes free,
Resolv’d on death or liberty!
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