BUNKER HILL
Lyrics by Nathaniel Niles
Music by Andrew Law

This tune is also known as The American Hero. It was written the year of the Battle of Bunker Hill, 1775. The words were a poem by Nathaniel Niles, The American Hero.

Why should vain mortals tremble at the sight of ~ Death and destruction in the field of battle, ~ Where blood and carnage clothe the ground in crimson, ~ Sounding with death-groans?

O, then, exult that God forever reigneth; ~ Clouds which, around him, hinder our perception, ~ Bind us the stronger to exalt his name, and ~ Shout louder praises.

Then to the wisdom of my Lord and Master ~ I will commit all that I have or wish for, ~ Sweetly as babes' sleep will I give my life up, ~ When called to yield it.

Now, Mars, I dare thee, clad in smoky pillars, ~ Bursting from bomb-shells, roaring from the cannon, ~ Rattling in grape-shot like a storm of hailstones, ~ Torturing ether.

Life, for my Country and the Cause of Freedom, ~ Is but a trifle for a worm to part with; ~ And if preserved, and if preserved in so great a Contest, ~ Life is redoubled.

From the dire caverns, made by ghostly miners, ~ Let the explosion, dreadful as volcanoes, ~ Heave the broad town, with all its wealth and people, ~ Quick to destruction.

Still shall the banner of the King of Heaven ~ Never advance where I amd afraid to follow: ~ While that precedes me, with an open bosom, ~ War, I defy thee.

Death will invade us by the means appointed, ~ And we must all bow to the king of terrors; ~ Nor am I anxious, if I am prepared, ~ What shape he Comes in.

Infinite Goodness teaches us submission, ~ Bids us be quiet, under all his dealings; ~ Never repining, but forever praising ~ God, our Creator.

Well might we praise him: all his ways are perfect: ~ Though a resplendence, infinitely glowing, ~ Dazzles in glory on the sight of mortals, ~ Struck blind by lustre.

Good is Jehovah in bestowing sunshine, ~ Nor less his goodness in the storm and thunder, ~ Mercies and judgement both proceed from kindness, ~ Infinite kindness.

DALSTON
By Dr. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

The Lord Jehovah reigns,
And royal state maintains,
His head with awful glories crowned;
Arrayed in robes of light,
Begirt with sov'reign might,
And rays of majesty around.

Upheld by thy commands,
The world securely stands;
And skies and stars obey thy word:
Thy throne was fixed on high
Before the starry sky;
Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord.

In vain the noisy crowd,
Like billows fierce and loud,
Against thine empire rage and roar;
In vain, with angry spite,
The surly nations fight,
And dash like waves against tile shore.

Let floods and nations rage,
And all their powers engage;
Let swelling tides assault the sky;
The terrors of thy frown
Shall beat their madness down:
Thy throne forever stands on high.

Thy promises are true,
Thy grace is ever new;
There fixed, thy church shall ne'er remove
Thy saints with holy fear
Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love.

BOSTON
By Dr. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

"Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away;
News from the regions of the skies,
Salvation's born today.

"Jesus, the God Whom angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you;
Today He makes His entrance here,
But not as monarchs do.

"No gold nor purple swaddling bands.
Nor royal shining things;
A manger for His cradle stands,
And holds the King of kings.

"Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies,
And see His humble throne
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."

Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around
The heav'nly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:

"Glory to God that reigns above!
Let peace surround the earth!
Mortals shall know their Maker's love,
At their Redeemer's birth."

Lord, and shall angels have their songs,
And men no tunes to raise?
O may we lose our useless tongues
When they forget to praise.

Glory to God that reigns above,
That pitied us forlorn;
We join to sing our Maker's love,
For there's a Savior born.

HELMSLEY
By Charles Wesley

Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favored sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:
Hallelujah!
God appears on earth to reign.

Every eye shall now behold him
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.

The dear tokens of his passion
Still his dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransomed worshipers;
With what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!

Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thy eternal throne;
Savior, take the power and glory
Claim the kingdom for thine own;
Jah, Jehovah,
Everlasting God, come down!

OLD 100th PSALM
Lyrics by by Louis Bourgeois

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice.
Him serve with mirth, His praise forth tell;
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

The Lord, ye know, is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

O enter then His gates with praise;
Approach with joy His courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless His Name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

For why? the Lord our God is good;
His mercy is forever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
The God Whom heaven and earth adore,
From men and from the angel host
Be praise and glory evermore.