Hymn Of The Puritans (From Maria Stuart)

Arm me, Lord, my strength redouble,
Heaven open, heed my trouble!
God, if my cause Thine shall be,
Grant a day of victory!
Fell all Thy foes now!
Fell all Thy foes now!
Roll forth Thy thunders, Thy lightning affright them,
Into the pit, the bottomless, smite them,
        Their seed uproot,
        Tread under foot!
Send then Thy snowy white dove peace-bringing,
Unto Thy faithful Thy token winging,
Olive-branch fair of Thy summer's fruition
After the deluge of sin's punition!

Bjørnstjerne Martinius Bjørnson

Bjørnstjerne Martinius Bjørnson was a Norwegian writer and one of the four great Norwegian writers, along with Henrik Ibsen, Jonas Lie, and Alexander Kielland. Bjørnson is recognized for his pivotal role in Norwegian literature and his works contributing significantly to Norwegian national identity. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1903 and also wrote the lyrics to the Norwegian national anthem, 'Ja, vi elsker dette landet'. Bjørnson was an influential figure in Norway's cultural and political life during his lifetime.

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With smiles his soft eyes ever gleamed,
When God and country thinking;
With endless joy, his soul, it seemed,
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    His word, his song,
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Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr Kings House Of Worship, 1864

Amidst these glorious works of Thine,
The solemn minarets of the pine,
And awful Shasta's icy shrine,

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Nor murmur at our daily cares.

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The Nations in their harness
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High lust and froward bearing,
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For those who kneel beside us
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Who lack the lights that guide us,
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Oh, when will you stand forth, who with strength can bring aid,
To strike down the injustice and lies
That my house have beset, and with malice blockade
Every pathway I out for my powers have laid,
And would hidden means find
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To set watch on my mind
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Hunting Song (From Maria Stuart)

Round us rolls the heather's sheen,
    Heather's sheen,
'Neath the falcon of our queen,
    Of our queen.

Birch and cherry balm exhale,
    Balm exhale,
Loud our horns the cliffs assail,
    Cliffs assail.

Light the air and clear the sky,
    Clear the sky, -
Hurrah! onward, she is nigh,
    She is nigh.

Hunt ye joy with every breath,
    Every breath,
Hunt it to the stream of death,
    Stream of death!

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