Joseph F. Hopkinson, 1798
Hail Columbia, happy land!|
Hail, ye heroes, heav'n-born band,
|: 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.
Firm, united let us be,
Rallying round our liberty,
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.
2. Immortal patriots, rise once more,
3. Sound sound the trump of fame!|
Let Washington's great name
|: Ring thro' 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 times of honest peace.
4. Behold the chief who now commands,
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