God Bless Our Brave Young Volunteers!
God Bless Our Brave Young Volunteers! | |
George Frederick Root, 1861
| Hark the song of freedom how it swells O'er valley, hill and prairie wide, With thrilling tones the tocsin tells |: That dangers to our land betide, :| And see; from anvil, loom and plow, From home, and mothers sacred tears They fly with ardor on each brow, |: God blees our brave young volunteers. :| | 2. Still, still the glorious members ring, And still they come our land to save, Let every heart its tribute bring |: Of love, and honor to the brave, :| May He protect them in their strife Whose power can quell our rising fears Oh may He guard each precious life |: And bless our brave young volunteers. :| |
| 3. Oh home of freedom, fatherland, To thee our treasure now we yield, The duty calls, their feet stand |: In tented camp, on bloody field; :| Farewell true hearts our pray'rs shall be Where o'er the starry flag appears That He who made our fathers free |: May bless our brave young volunteers. :| |