By JOSEPH HOPKINSON.
(First sung at the Chestnut Street Theatre, Philadelphia, in 1798.)
[This song was inspired by the troubles with France, which threatened but did not actually result in open war. For convenience it is classed with the ballads and lyrics of the Revolution, to the actors in which its references point, though, strictly speaking, it belongs to none of the groups into which this collection is divided.—Editor.]
Hail!Columbia, happy land!Hail! ye heroes, heav'n-born band,Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,And when the storm of war was gone,Enjoyed the peace your valor won;Let independence be your boast,Ever mindful what it cost,Ever grateful for the prize,Let its altar reach the skies.Chorus.Firm, united let us be,Rallying round our liberty,As a band of brothers joined,Peace and safety we shall find.Immortal patriots, rise once more!Defend your rights, defend your shore;Let no rude foe with impious hand,Let no rude foe with impious handInvade the shrine where sacred liesOf toil and blood the well-earned prize;While offering peace, sincere and just,In heav'n we place a manly trust,That truth and justice may prevail,And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail.—Chorus.Sound, sound the trump of fame!Let Washington's great nameRing thro' the world with loud applause!Ring thro' the world with loud applause!Let ev'ry clime to freedom dearListen with a joyful ear;With equal skill, with steady pow'r,He governs in the fearful hourOf horrid war, or guides with easeThe happier time of honest peace.—Chorus.Behold the chief, who now commands,Once more to serve his country stands,The rock on which the storm will beat!The rock on which the storm will beat!But armed in virtue, firm and true,His hopes are fixed on heav'n and you.When hope was sinking in dismay,When gloom obscured Columbia's day,His steady mind, from changes free,Resolved on death or liberty.—Chorus.
Hail!Columbia, happy land!Hail! ye heroes, heav'n-born band,Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,And when the storm of war was gone,Enjoyed the peace your valor won;Let independence be your boast,Ever mindful what it cost,Ever grateful for the prize,Let its altar reach the skies.
Chorus.
Firm, united let us be,Rallying round our liberty,As a band of brothers joined,Peace and safety we shall find.
Immortal patriots, rise once more!Defend your rights, defend your shore;Let no rude foe with impious hand,Let no rude foe with impious handInvade the shrine where sacred liesOf toil and blood the well-earned prize;While offering peace, sincere and just,In heav'n we place a manly trust,That truth and justice may prevail,And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail.—Chorus.
Sound, sound the trump of fame!Let Washington's great nameRing thro' the world with loud applause!Ring thro' the world with loud applause!Let ev'ry clime to freedom dearListen with a joyful ear;With equal skill, with steady pow'r,He governs in the fearful hourOf horrid war, or guides with easeThe happier time of honest peace.—Chorus.
Behold the chief, who now commands,Once more to serve his country stands,The rock on which the storm will beat!The rock on which the storm will beat!But armed in virtue, firm and true,His hopes are fixed on heav'n and you.When hope was sinking in dismay,When gloom obscured Columbia's day,His steady mind, from changes free,Resolved on death or liberty.—Chorus.