GOD SAVE THE KING.

OD save our gracious king!
Long live our noble king!
God save the king!
Send him victorious,

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign over us -
God save the king!

O Lord our God, arise!
Scatter his enemies,

And make them fall;

Confound their politics,

Frustrate their knavish tricks;
On him our hopes we fix

God save us all!

Thy choicest gifts in store,
On him be pleased to pour;
Long may he reign.

May he defend our laws,

And ever give us cause,

To sing with heart and voice —

God save the king!

Anonymous.

GERMAN NATIONAL SONG.

OD, who gave iron, purposed ne'er That man should be a slave; Therefore the sabre, sword, and spear In his right hand He gave. Therefore He gave him fiery mood, Fierce speech, and free-born breath, That he might fearlessly the feud Maintain through blood and death.

Then will we what God did say,
With honest truth maintain,
And ne'er a fellow-creature slay
A tyrant's pay to gain!

But he shall perish by stroke of brand
Who fighteth for sin and shame,

And not inherit the fatherland

With men of German name.

GERMAN NATIONAL SONG. 21

O Germany! bright fatherland!

O German love so true!

Thou sacred land thou beauteous land-
We swear to thee anew!

Outlawed, each knave and coward shall
The crow and raven feed;
But we will to the battle all
Revenge shall be our meed.

Flash forth, flash forth, whatever can,
To bright and flaming life!

Now, all ye Germans, man for man,
Forth to the holy strife!

Your hands lift upward to the sky-
Your hearts shall upward soar -
And man for man let each one cry,
Our slavery is o'er!

Let sound, let sound, whatever can,
Trumpet, and fife, and drum :
This day our sabres, man for man,
To stain with blood we come;

With hangman's, and with coward's blood,
O glorious day of ire!

That to all Germans soundeth good!

Day of our great desire!

Let wave, let wave, whatever can-
Standard and banner wave!

Here will we purpose, man for man,
To grace a hero's grave

Advance, ye brave ranks, hardily—
Your banners wave on high;
We'll gain us freedom's victory,
Or freedom's death we'll die!

E. M. Arndt.

UNION.

HIS the word, beyond all others,
Makes us love our country most;
Makes us feel that we are brothers,
And a heart-united host!

With hosanna, let our banner

From the house-tops be unfurled,
While the nation holds her station
With the mightiest of the world!
Take your harps from silent willows,
Shout the chorus of the free;

ee States are all distinct as billows,
Union one as is the sea!"

From the land of groves that bore us,
He's a traitor who would swerve!

By the flag now waving o'er us,
We the compact will preserve!

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. 23

Those who gained it and sustained it,
Were unto each other true,
And the fable well is able

To instruct us what to do!

Take your harps from silent willows,
Shout the chorus of the free;

States are all distinct, as billows,
Union one, as is the sea."

George P. Morris.

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC.

INE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:

He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the faithful lightning of his terrible swift sword:

His Truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;

They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;

I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:

His Day is marching on.