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Forbid it, heaven! on thee we call
In this dark hour of deep distress!
Oh! give us true and loyal hearts,
And words of cheer and tenderness.
We cannot wear the glittering sword,
And gain the laurel wreath of fame,
Or raise upon some gory field,
For warlike deeds, a deathless name;
But we can go with gentle words,
With acts of kindness and of love,
To some brave heart — some suffering one--
And point him to a home above.
Our hands can soothe the aching brow,
And wipe the tears which freely flow
From manly eyes, unused to weep--
'Tis ours the feeling heart to show.
Our country calls I We join this league,
And pledge ourselves with earnest zeal--
With loyal hearts and lifted hands,
To firmly stand — come woe or weal.
Oh! never can we see that Flag
Which our forefathers proudly bore,
Through years of dark and deadly strife
Through fields red with their brave heart's gore,
Torn from its place, and ‘neath the feet
Of traitors vile, trailed in the earth,
Disgraced, abused, by those who've lived
Beneath its folds from earliest birth.
Next to our God, our country's cause
Demands our aid — our earnest care--
In her defence we'll ever stand;
In all her sorrows we will share.
Then, when the storms of war are o'er--
When Peace resumes her gentle sway,
We'll join to raise our voices high
To Him who led us on our way.
O God of Nations! hear our prayer
For our brave soldiers in this fight;
Protect them in each fearful hour
Defend them with thy arm of might,
We look to thee, and humbly bow,
Chastened, subdued, we meekly cry,
“Thy will, O, God! not ours, be done!”
Oh! hear us, from thy throne on high.
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