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    Father, in mercy hear

    A youthful warrior's prayer.

Thundering cannons are roaring around me:

Carnage and death, and destruction surround me;

    God of eternal power.

    Guide me in this dread hour!

    Guide me in this dread hour

    God of eternal power!

Lead me, base Tyranny manfully braving,

Onwards to where Freedom's banner is waving—

    To death—or victory;

    I bow to thy decree!

    I bow to thy decree,

    In death or victory!

'Mid the loud din of the battle's commotion,

When Nature smiles, or when storms rend the ocean,

    Lord of the brave and just

    In thee I'll put my trust!

    In thee I'll put my trust,

    Lord of the brave and just!

On thee, the fountain of goodness relying,

Whatever ills may come—living and dying

    I will thy praise proclaim,

    Blest be thy holy name.

    Blest be thy holy name,

    I will thy praise proclaim,

'Tis not for worldly ends we're contending,

Liberty's sacred cause we're defending,

    And by thy might on high,

    We'll conquer—or we'll die!

    We'll conquer—or we'll die

    By the great God on High.

When life's red stream from my bosom is swelling,

And the last sigh on my faint lip is dwelling,

    Then Lord in mercy hear

    A youthful warrior's prayer!