With blended lines of fear and hope For still within her house of life Deep as our love for her, became We hoped for peace our eyes survey Not skill nor strength nor zeal of ours A redder sea than Egypt's wave The praise, O Lord! be Thine alone, 3d Mo., 1865. STANZAS. UR fellow-countrymen in chains! Slaves in a land of light and law! Slaves-crouching on the very plains Where rolled the storm of Freedom's war! With blended lines of fear and hope For still within her house of life Deep as our love for her, became We hoped for peace our eyes survey Not skill nor strength nor zeal of ours A redder sea than Egypt's wave The praise, O Lord! be Thine alone, 3d Mo., 1865. STANZAS. UR fellow-countrymen in chains! Slaves in a land of light and law! Slaves-crouching on the very plains With blended lines of fear and hope For still within her house of life Deep as our love for her, became We hoped for peace: our eyes survey Not skill nor strength nor zeal of ours A redder sea than Egypt's wave The praise, O Lord! be Thine alone, 3d Mo., 1865. |