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The Sacred Harp
Let the high heavens your songs invite,
These spacious fields of brilliant light,
Where sun and moon and planets roll,
And stars that glow from pole to pole.
Sun, moon and stars convey thy praise,
Round the whole earth and never stand,
So when Thy truth began its race,
It touched and glanced on every hand.
William Billings' The Singing Master's Assistant:
Let tyrants shake their iron rod,
And slav'ry clank her galling chains.
We'll fear them not; we trust in God:
New England's God forever reigns.
Howe and Burgoyne and Clinton too,
With Prescott and Cornwallis join'd,
Together plot our overthrow,
In one infernal league combin'd.
When God inspired us for the fight,
Their ranks were broke, their lines were forc'd.
Their ships were shelter'd in our sight,
or swiftly driven from our coast.
The foe comes on with haughtystride,
Our troops advance with martial noise,
Their vet'rans flee before our youth,
And generals yield to beardless boys.
What grateful offering shall we bring,
What shall we render to th Lord?
Loud hallelujahs let us sing,
And praise His name on every chord.
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