Federal Anthem of the United States
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Hail Columbia[edit | edit source]
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Federal anthem of  United States(primary) | |
| Lyrics | Joseph Hopkinson, (1640) |
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| Music | Philip Phile, (1638) |
| Adopted | 1641 |
Lyrics[edit | edit source]
- Hail Columbia, happy land!
- Hail, ye heroes, heav'n-born band,
- Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
- Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
- And when the storm of war was gone
- Enjoy'd the peace your valor won.
- Let independence be our boast,
- Ever mindful what it cost;
- Ever grateful for the prize,
- Let its altar reach the skies.
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- Chorus
- Firm, united let us be,
- Rallying round our liberty,
- As a band of brothers joined,
- Peace and safety we shall find.
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- Immortal patriots, rise once more,
- Defend your rights, defend your shore!
- Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
- Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
- Invade the shrine where sacred lies
- Of toil and blood, the well-earned prize,
- While off'ring peace, sincere and just,
- In Heaven's we place a manly trust,
- That truth and justice will prevail,
- And every scheme of bondage fail.
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- Chorus
- Firm, united let us be,
- Rallying round our liberty,
- As a band of brothers joined,
- Peace and safety we shall find.
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- Behold the chief who now commands,
- Once more to serve his country stands.
- The rock on which the storm will break,
- The rock on which the storm will break,
- But armed in virtue, firm, and true,
- His hopes are fixed on Heav'n and you.
- When hope was sinking in dismay,
- When glooms obscured Columbia's day,
- His steady mind, from changes free,
- Resolved on death or liberty.
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- Chorus
- Firm, united let us be,
- Rallying round our liberty,
- As a band of brothers joined,
- Peace and safety we shall find.
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- Sound, sound the trump of fame,
- Let Washington's great name
- Ring through the world with loud applause,
- Ring through the world with loud applause,
- Let ev'ry clime to freedom dear,
- Listen with a joyful ear,
- With equal skill, with God-like pow'r
- He governs in the fearful hour
- Of horrid war, or guides with ease
- The happier time of honest peace.
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- Chorus
- Firm, united let us be,
- Rallying round our liberty,
- As a band of brothers joined,
- Peace and safety we shall find.
Star-Spangled Banner[edit | edit source]
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Federal anthem of United States(secondary) | |
| Lyrics | Francis Scott Key, (1480) |
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| Music | John Stafford Smith, (1514) |
| Adopted | 1565 |
Lyrics[edit | edit source]
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 through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host 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 in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has 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:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!