Samuel Francis Smith Poems

My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
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MY country, ’t is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
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Down to the sacred wave,
The Lord of life was led;
And He Who came our souls to save
In Jordan bowed His head.
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Go, heralds of salvation, forth;
Go in your heavenly Master’s Name;
From east to west, from south to north,
The glorious Gospel wide proclaim.
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Go, heralds of salvation, forth;
Go in your heavenly Master’s Name;
From east to west, from south to north,
The glorious Gospel wide proclaim.
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They fought on many a crimsoned field,
They sleep in many a glen;
They marched to glory and to death,
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Lord of our life, God Whom we fear,
Unknown, yet known; unseen, yet near;
Breath of our breath, in Thee we live;
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Shine on, 'Lone Star!'* Thy radiance bright
Shall spread o'er all the eastern sky;
Morn breaks apace from gloom and night:
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Softly fades the twilight ray,
Of the holy Sabbath day;
Gently as life’s setting sun,
When the Christian’s course is run.
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Spirit of holiness, descend:
Thy people wait for Thee;
Thine ear in kind compassion lend;
Let us Thy mercy see.
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