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From the Log Cabin to the Methodist Pulpit and the Professor's Chair.

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THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

O 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 thro’ the perilous fight,

O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, bombs bursting in air!
Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there!

Chorus-
O say, does the star spangled banner yet wave

O’er the land of the free, And the home of the brave.

On the shore dimly seen thro’ the mists o'er the deep,

Where the foes haughty hosts in dread silence reposes
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream;

Chorus-
'Tis the star spangled banner! oh! long may it wave

O’er the land of the free, And the home of the brave.

And where is that band so vauntingly swore

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and country should leave us no more?

Their blood was 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.

Chorus-
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand

Between their loved home and the war's desolation;
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n rescued land,

Praise the pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer, we must, for our cause it is just,
And this be our motto—“In God is our trust,”

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And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave

O'er the land of the free, And the home of the brave.

AMERICA

My country! 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the pilgrim's pride!
From ev'ry mountain side!

Let freedom ring!

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from al the trees

Sweet freedom's song:
Let mortal tongue awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

My native country thee,
Land of the noble free,

Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills:
My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.

Our fathers' God! to thee,
Author of liberty

To Thee we sing:
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King!

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DEDICATORY HYMN.

By Rev. D. A. Perrin, M. A., D. D., pastor at Garnett, Kansas, 1870.

Tune: Azmon.
(Methodist Hymnal No. ) 1

Composed by request for the dedication of the new Methodist Episcopal Church, November 10, 1912.

Praise be to Thee, O God of Host,

For all Thy blesings giv'n; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

For clouds of mercy riv’n,

Here let the gospel's grace abound

For ev'ry sinner free;
In trumpet tones the joyful sound

Proclaim the Master's here.

Within this holy, sacred shrine,

Th' anointing oil be giv'n,
To make our faces brightly shine

Like His who rose to Heav'n.

Upon the altar of His grace,

Descend the Holy fire; Make pure all them who run the race,

In thought, love, and desire.

Here may all weary ones find rest,

The troubled souls release; While leaning on their Savior's breast

day ev'ry heart find peace.

Our Country's Flag

BY THE

REV. D. A, PERRIN, M.A.

AIR.-AMERICA.

Our country's flag, revere,
Ye people far and near,

On land and sea ;
Stars that shall never fade,
With glorious Stripes array'd,
By our fore-fathers made,

For all our free.

Our country's fair ensign,
Thrice noble its design,

Its triumphs sing ;
Pride of our native land,
Joy of a mighty band,
Beneath we take our stand

Our tribute bring.

Preserv'd in peace and war,
Throughout our land afar,

Our starry flag ;
By Comrades borne for us,
Through wars vic-to-ri-ous,
To us made glo-ri-ous,

Our country's fag.

Hail image of the skies,
O'er our proud land to rise,

Resplendent, fair ;
Renowned in his-to-ry,
Of brightest des-ti-ny,
Let songs of fe-al-ty

Swell on the air,

God bless the rank and file,
With His benignant smile,

Pledged to the flag;
Long may our Banner wave,
O'er land our fathers gave,
Let all unite to save

Our heritage.
Copyright 1889, by D. A. Perrin.

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