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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 9 (search)
9. hymn for the host in war. C. M. Christmas, (Handel's,) or any other solemn and stirring common Metre tune. by the Author of the New priest. With banners fluttering forth on high, And music's stirring breath, Lord God! we stand beneath Thine eye, Arrayed for work of death. When we our stormy battle wage, Thy Spirit be our zeal! In conquering, teach us not man's rage, But Thine own truth to feel. Thy Christ led forth no host to fight, And he disbanded none; But our true life, and our best right, By death alone He won. Dear Lord! if we our lives must give, And give our share of earth, To save, for those that after live, What makes our land's true worth, Lead Thou our march to war's worst lot, As to a peace-time feast; Grant, only, that our souls be not Without Christ's life released! O God of heaven's most glorious host! To Thee this hymn we raise; To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God, one voice of praise! --Boston Transcript, Aug. 3.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 263 (search)
peaceful home, Who ne'er had taken thought before, That soldier he should e'er become. But when our country, in her need, Proclaimed that treason must be crushed, The Luzerne patriot sons gave heed, And forth, to offer help, they rushed. Each branch of trade sent forth her men, Our Laws and Liberties to save; Merchants and Miners, equal then, Ploughmen and Printers, all were brave. The Lawyer left his client's cause; The Student laid his book aside; Mechanics, to support our laws, Went forth in honest, patriot pride. Mothers and sisters said “Good-bye,” And bade them ne'er to treason bend; And wives, though with a tearful eye, Said, “Go, our Union's flag defend.” Our noble braves we love and bless; We think of them with glowing pride; Their valor will insure success; Their virtues pure will e'er abide. God bless and save our Luzerne boys! Keep them when on the tented field; Grant them the purest of all joys; In battle's roar from danger shield. --Wilkesbarre (Pa.) Advocate,