Hymn
By F.B. Sanborn
Sung at the grave of John Brown, on the 4th of July 1860
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Title
Hymn
By F.B. Sanborn
Sung at the grave of John Brown, on the 4th of July 1860
By F.B. Sanborn
Sung at the grave of John Brown, on the 4th of July 1860
Subject
Poetry
Description
Hymn memorializing John Brown
Creator
Frank B. Sanborn, author
Source
The Commonwealth (Boston), vol. 1, no. 44, p. 1
Publisher
James M. Stone, publisher
Frank B. Sanborn, editor
Frank B. Sanborn, editor
Date
July 3, 1863
Format
Pdf scan of UMI microfilm
Language
English
Type
Text
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Text
Hymn.
By F. B. Sanborn
Sung at the Grave of John Brown, on the 4th of July, 1860
Eternal hills that rise around
To guard this consecrated ground
Ye ancient woods that o'er us wave,
O hear us! and for aye record,
While deeds make good the plighted word,
The vows we offer at this grave.
We swear by him who lies below,
Whose death the justice sure and slow
Of God's great law shall yet repay,--
Ever to hold his memory dear,
And follow on in that career,
Where he unfaltering showed the way.
Be ours the slave's forsaken cause,--
No golden bribes, no godless laws
Shall taint our heart or check our hand;
Firm to resist the tyrant's power,
Swift to attack when dawn the hour,
For threatened liberty we stand.
Too well we love our fathers' fame,
Too keenly feel our country's shame,
To fill with boasts this mountain air;
With pride we count our glories past,
On Thee our fears, our hopes we cast,
Just God! by thee our oath we swear!
By F. B. Sanborn
Sung at the Grave of John Brown, on the 4th of July, 1860
Eternal hills that rise around
To guard this consecrated ground
Ye ancient woods that o'er us wave,
O hear us! and for aye record,
While deeds make good the plighted word,
The vows we offer at this grave.
We swear by him who lies below,
Whose death the justice sure and slow
Of God's great law shall yet repay,--
Ever to hold his memory dear,
And follow on in that career,
Where he unfaltering showed the way.
Be ours the slave's forsaken cause,--
No golden bribes, no godless laws
Shall taint our heart or check our hand;
Firm to resist the tyrant's power,
Swift to attack when dawn the hour,
For threatened liberty we stand.
Too well we love our fathers' fame,
Too keenly feel our country's shame,
To fill with boasts this mountain air;
With pride we count our glories past,
On Thee our fears, our hopes we cast,
Just God! by thee our oath we swear!
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Citation
Frank B. Sanborn, author, “Hymn
By F.B. Sanborn
Sung at the grave of John Brown, on the 4th of July 1860,” The Boston Commonwealth, accessed March 28, 2024, https://bostoncommonwealth.omeka.net/items/show/27.
By F.B. Sanborn
Sung at the grave of John Brown, on the 4th of July 1860,” The Boston Commonwealth, accessed March 28, 2024, https://bostoncommonwealth.omeka.net/items/show/27.