The Patriot Who Feels Himself In The

May I Always Hear That You Are Following The Guidance Of That Blessed Spirit That Will Lead You Into All Truth, Leaning On That Almighty Arm That Has Been Extended To Deliver You, Trusting Only In The Only Savior, And Going On In Your Way To Him Rejoicing.

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?

And The Star-spangled Banner In Triumph Doth 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?