Poetry Archives

Almighty Power! Who through the past
  Our Nation’s course has safely led;
Behold again the sky o’ercast,
  Again is heard the martial tread!
    Our stay in each contingency,
    Our Father’s God, we turn to thee!

For lo! The bugle note of war
  Is wafted from a southern strand!
O Lord of Battles! we implore
  The guidance of Thy mighty hand,
    While as of yore, the hero draws
    His sword in Freedom’s sacred cause!

And when at last the oaken wreath
  Shall crown afresh the victor’s brow;
And Peace the conquering sword resheath,
  Be with us then, as well as now!
    Our stay in each contingency,
    In peace or war, we turn to Thee!