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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Day of Glory

Air—“Scots wha hae”

DAY of glory, welcome day!

Freedom’s banner greets thy ray:

See, how cheerfully they play

With the morning breeze.

On the rocks where pilgrims kneel’d,

On the heights where squadrons wheel’d

When a tyrant’s thunder peal’d

O’er the trembling sea.

God of armies! did “thy stars

In their courses” smite his cars,

Blast his arm, and wrest his bars

From the heaving tide?

On our standard, lo! they burn,

And, when days like this return,

Sparkle o’er the soldier’s urn,

Who for freedom died.

God of peace! whose spirit fills

All the echoes of our hills,

All the murmurs of our rills,

Now the storm is o’er;

O, let freemen be our sons;

And let future Washingtons

Rise, to lead their valiant ones,

Till there’s war no more.

By the patriot’s hallow’d rest,

By the warrior’s gory breast,

Never let our graves be press’d

By a despot’s throne:

By the pilgrims’ toils and cares,

By their battles and their prayers,

By their ashes,—let our heirs

Bow to thee alone.