The People's Prayers: Voiced by a LaymanGriffith & Rowland Press, 1914 - 93 páginas |
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Página 83 - O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
Página 93 - My native country, thee, — Land of the noble free, — Thy name I love : I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song I Let mortal tongues awake ; Let all that breathe partake ; Let rocks their silence break, — The sound prolong ! Our fathers...
Página 93 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song ! Let mortal tongues awake ; Let all that breathe partake ; Let rocks their silence break,— The sound prolong ! Our fathers...
Página 93 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free, Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills : My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Página 82 - O brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother; Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
Página 79 - O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride.
Página 83 - O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
Página 91 - WHEN wilt Thou save the people ? O God of mercy, when ? Not kings and lords, but nations ! Not thrones and crowns, but men ! Flowers of thy heart, O God, are they ; Let them not pass, like weeds away — Their heritage a sunless day. God save the people ! Shall crime bring crime for ever, Strength aiding still the strong ? Is it thy will, O Father, That man shall toil for wrong? "No," say thy mountains; "No," thy skies; Man's clouded sun shall brightly rise, And songs be heard instead of sighs.
Página 92 - say Thy mountains, " No!" Thy skies, " Man's clouded sun shall brightly rise, And songs be heard instead of sighs." God, save the people! When wilt Thou save the people ? O God of mercy! when? The people, Lord, the people! Not thrones and crowns, but men! God, save the people ! Thine they are, Thy children, as Thy angels fair : Save them from bondage and despair! God, save the people ! Copied from "More Verse and Prose,
Página 79 - Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride. From all that terror teaches, From lies of tongue and pen, From all the easy speeches That comfort cruel men, From sale and profanation Of honor and the sword, From sleep and from damnation, Deliver us, good Lord!