The Messiah of Nations (1902, 1914) jpstmon.mid
James Whitcomb Riley
In the need that bows us thus, America!
Shape a mighty song for us, America!
Song to whelm a hundred years'
Roar of wars and rain of tears
'Neath a world's triumphant cheers, America! America!
Lift the trumpet to thy mouth, America!
East and West and North and South, America!
Call us round the dazzling shrine
Of the starry old ensign,
Holier yet through blood of thine, America! America!
High o'er looking sea and land, America!
Trustfully with outheld hand, America!
Thou dost welcome all in quest
Of thy freedom, peace and rest,
Ev'ry exile is thy guest, America! America!
Thine a universal love, America!
Thine the cross and crown thereof, America!
Aid us, then, to sing thy worth:
God hath builded, from thy birth,
The first nation of the earth, America! America!
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