Part 12 (1/2)

STRIKE FOR LIBERTY.

Words from the Christian Freeman. Air, ”Scots wha hae.”

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Sons of Freedom's honored sires, Light anew your beacon fires, Fight till every foe retires From your hallowed soil.

Sons of Pilgrim Fathers blest, Pilgrim Mothers gone to rest, Listen to their high behest, Strike for Liberty.

Ministers of G.o.d to men, Heed ye not the nation's sin?

Heaven's blessing can ye win If ye falter now?

Men of blood now ask your vote, O'er your heads their banners float; Raise, Oh raise the warning note, G.o.d and duty call!

Men of justice, bold and brave, To the ballot-box and save Freedom from her opening grave-- Onward! brothers, on!

Christian patriots, tried and true, Freedom's eyes now turn to you; Foes are many--are ye few?

Gideon's G.o.d is yours!

On to Victory.

BY REV. MRS. MARTYN.

Children of the glorious dead, Who for freedom fought and bled, With her banner o'er you spread, On to victory.

Not for stern ambition's prize, Do our hopes and wishes rise; Lo, our leader from the skies, Bids us do or die.

Ours is not the tented field-- We no earthly weapons wield-- Light and love, our sword and s.h.i.+eld, Truth our panoply.

This is proud oppression's hour; Storms are round us; shall we cower?

While beneath a despot's power Groans the suffering slave?

While on every southern gale, Comes the helpless captive's tale, And the voice of woman's wail, And of man's despair?

While our homes and rights are dear, Guarded still with watchful fear, Shall we coldly turn our ear From the suppliant's prayer?

Never! by our Country's shame-- Never! by a Saviour's claim, To the men of every name, Whom he died to save.

Onward, then, ye fearless band-- Heart to heart, and hand to hand; Yours shall be the patriot's stand-- Or the martyr's grave.

THE MAN FOR ME.

Parody by J.N.T. Tucker. Air, ”The Rose that all are praising.”

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Oh, he is not the man for me, Who buys or sells a slave, Nor he who will not set him free, But sends him to his grave; But he whose n.o.ble heart beats warm For all men's life and liberty; Who loves alike each human form-- Oh that's the man for me, Oh that's the man for me, Oh that's the man for me.