1864
Fanny J. Crosby
Lily
T.E. Perkins
The New Shining Star
12
2/4
A
3
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1 Our native land, to thee we cling, Tune the joyful lay; To thee our purest laurels bring, Tune the joyful lay. In weal or woe, in good or ill, Tune the joyful lay; Let freedom be our motto still, Tune the joyful lay. Chorus: The banner is waving o'er us, Tune the joyful lay; Thy foes shall fall before us, Tune the joyful lay. 2 The cause of truth and right must stand, Tune the joyful lay; Against rebellion's cruel hand, Tune the joyful lay. Our Union's bark the storm shall brave, Tune the joyful lay, And ride exulting o'er the wave Tune the joyful lay. 3 Then let our mutual feelings blend, Tune the joyful lay; Our earnest prayer to heaven ascend, Tune the joyful lay, That peace may weave her golden chain, Tune the joyful lay; Around our native land again, Tune the joyful lay.