1.
Hail! Columbia, happy land;
Hail! ye heroes, heaven-born band,
‖: Who fought and bled in freedom’s cause, :‖
And when the storm of war was gone,
Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
Let independence be your boast,
Ever mindful what it cost,
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.
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Firm, united let us be,
Rallying round our liberty;
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.
2.
Immortal patriots, rise once more,
Defend your rights – defend your shore;
‖: 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 may prevail,
And every scheme of bondage fail.
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3.
Sound, sound the trump of fame,
Let Washington’s great name
‖: Ring through the world with loud applause; :‖
Let every clime to freedom dear
Listen with a joyful ear.
With equal skill, with godlike power,
He governs in the fearful hour
Of horrid war, or guides with ease
The happier time of honest peace.
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4.
Behold the chief, who now commands
Once more to serve his country, stands
‖: The rock on which the storm will beat; :‖
But armed in virtue, firm and true,
His hopes are fixed on heaven and you.
When hope was winking in dismay,
When gloom obscured Columbia’s day,
His steady mind from changes free
Resolved on death or liberty.
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