Hail Columbia

Johnson, Song Publisher, Stationer & Printer, No, 7 N. Tenth St., 3 doors above Market, Phila.

Hail Columbia

Hail Columbia! happy land!
Hail ye heroes! heaven 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,
Enjoyed 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
Firm—united—let us be,
Rallying round our liberty;
As a band of brothers join’d,
Peace and safety we shall find.

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 offering peace sincere and just
In heaven we place a manly trust,
That Truth and Justice will prevail,
And every scheme of bondage fail.
Firm—united, &c

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 every clime, to freedom dear,
Listen with a joyful ear;
With equal skill and god-like power,
He governed in the fearful hour
Of horrid war, or guides with ease,
The happier times of honest peace.
Firm—united, &c.

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