Hillsborough (NC) Recorder
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God of our fathers, King of kings,
Land of the earth and sea;
With hearts repentant and sincere,
We turn, in deed, to Thee;
Thou, Lord, didst aid our fathers bold,
They own’d thy power and might—
We humbly pray Thee, help us now,
Be with us in the fight.
We kneel, with simple, trusting hearts,
Lord, we implore Thine aid;
Grant us the power to triumph now,
Or to die undismayed.
We strike not, Lord, for lust or gold,
Nor for blind bigotry:
We fight for home and country, dear,
And they gift, liberty.
We have no power without thy aid,
We rest alone on thee;
Be with us in our trial stern,
And grant us victory.
Give us the hearts that thou didst plant
Within our Fathers brave;
Lord, nerve each heart to welcome death,
Rather than live a slave.
God of our fathers, King of kings,
We humbly bow to thee;
Defend us, and save with thy might
Our holy liberty.
So shall each proud and martial heart,
They mighty name adore;
And own and worship the, the Lord,
As in the days of yore.