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(To the tune: The Star-Spangled Banner by John Stafford Smith)
Let
us lift up our praise to the
Father above,
Who so
lovingly gives to our souls
consolation;
Who in
providence reigns o'er the
kingdoms of men,
Yet who
patiently waits the return
of our nation,
To the
glimmering heights of His
will and His way
To seek His
great plan as we did
yesterday.
O, come
now, holy Father, may Your
standard be raised,
O'er the
land of the free and the
home of the brave.