Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-11-26
The Presidents Hymn.

SIR-Inclosed you will find hymn written by
our beloved and revered fellow citizen, DIR. Mullen
berg founder of st. Luke's hospital and writer of
the immortal hymn, Il would not live Away "
| viii you not give it place in your columns, and
use your editorial influence to induce our people
throughout the loyal states to sing it in the churches
dents Hymn.n
1t has right to that designation 1t is as COM
parsoh of the two will prove metrical version OF
the presidents proclamation, which this year. for
the first time, made our Harvest Home" national
festival-a significant and blessed augury of that
more perfect Union,'' with which with Gods bless
ing, the war shall leave people.
Soicitious to have the highest authority given
to the use of this national hymn, obtained the re-
luctant consent Ofits writer author also of the
sic to which it is set to ask chief magistrates
permission to style it The Presidents HYMN
The secretary of state, through whom the appica-
ton was made, telegraphed me a few hours after
ward the presidents leave, in the decisive style
which has now become so familiar to our people
Let il be SO called"
May not hope that millions of our people will,
on November g. be found uniting in this National
Psalm of National Thanksgiving and that "The
Presidents Hymn" will be the household and the
temple song Of that solemn and joyful day! 1t will
help to join our hearts citizens thus to blend
voices as worshippers; and the blessings of UniOn
liberty and peace will sooner descend for people
that can thus unite in its praise and hosannahs.
Respectfully yours,
New York, Nov. H. 1863
GIVE THANKS, ALL YE PEOPLE.
Give thanks all ye people give thanks to tho Lord,
Let the East and the West, North and South roll
along,
Sea, mountain and prairie. one thanksgiving song.
CHORUS AFTER EACH VERSE:
Give thanks, all people. give thanks to the Lord,
Alleluias oIfreedom, with joyful accord.
For the sunshine and rainfall, enrichng again
Our acres in myriads, with treasures of grain
For the Earth still unloading her manifold wealth,
For the Skies beaming vigor, the Winds breathing
health;
Give thanks
For the Nations wide table, oerlowingIy spread,
Where fhe many have Toasted, and all have been
fed,
With no bondage, their God given rights to
thrall,
But Liberty guarded by Justice for all;
Give thanks
In the realms of the Anvil, the Loom, and the
Where the mines and the fields, to Him gratefully
bow.
His the aocks and the herds sing ye hill-sides and
On His Ocean domains chant His name with the
gales:
Give thanks
of commerce and traffic, We princes, behold
Your riches from Him whose the silver and gold,
Happier children of Labor, true lords OF the soil,
Bless the Great Master Workman, who blesseth
Give thanks
Brave men of our forces, Lifeguard of coasts,
TO your leader be loyal, Jehovah of Hosts
Glow the Stripes and the Stars aye with victory
bright,
Rejecting Ills gory,-He crowneth the Right.
Give thanks
Nor shall ye through borders, ye stricken Of
heart,
Only wailing your dead, in the joy have no part;
Gods solace be yours, and for you there shall flow
All that honor aud sympathy's gifts can bestow.
Give thanks
In the Domes of Messiah--ye worshiping throngs,
Solemn litanies mingle with jubiant songs
The Ruler of Nations beseeching to spare
still kep he of liz
Give thanks
Our guilt and transgressions remember no more!
Peace, Lord! righteous Peace, of Thy gift we i'm
plO:e;
And the Banner of Union, restored by Thy Hand;
Be the banner of Freedom DER All in the Land.
And the Banner of Union &c.
Give thanks