May I Always Hear That You Are

I Do Not Believe There Are Any New Objections To Be Discovered To The Truth Of Christianity. Men May Argue Ingeniously Against Our Faith, But What Can They Say In Defense Of Their Own?

The Patriot Who Feels Himself In The Service Of God, Who Acknowledges Him In All His Ways, Has The Promise Of Almighty Direction, And Will Find His Word In His Greatest Darkness.

When The Warrior Returns, From The Battle Afar,to The Home And The Country He Nobly Defended,o! Warm Be The Welcome To Gladden His Ear,and Loud Be The Joy That His Perils Are Ended:in The Full Tide Of Song Let His Fame Roll Along,to The Feast-flowing Board Let Us Gratefully Throng,where, Mixed With The Olive, The Laurel Shall Wave,and Form A Bright Wreath For The Brows Of The Brave.

Oh, Say Can You See By The Dawn's Early Light What So Proudly We Hailed As The Twilight's Last Gleaming? Whose Broad Stripes And Bright Stars Thru The Perilous Fight O'er The Ramplarts We Watched Were So Gallantly Streaming? And The Rocket's Red Glare, The Bombs Bursting In Air, Gave Proof Through The Night That Our Flag Was Still There. Oh, Say Does That Star-spangled Banner Yet Wave O'er The Land Of The Free And The Home Of The Brave?

Then, In That Hour Of Deliverance, My Heart Spoke. Does Not Such A Country, And Such Defenders Of Their Country, Deserve A Song?