The oath peals forth, the wave runs by,
Our flags, unfurled, are waving high.

To the Rhine, the Rhine, the German Rhine!
To keep thee free we'll all combine.

Dear Fatherland, good trust be thine,

Fast stands, and true, the watch by the Rhine.

MAX SCHNECKENBURGER. (Trans. by H. W. DUCKLEN.)

GERMAN BATTLE-PRAYER.

FATHER, I cry to thee.

Cannon-smoke rolleth in clouds o'er me roaring,
War's jetted lightnings around me are pouring:
Lord of the battle, I cry to thee,-
Father, oh, lead thou me.

Father, oh, lead thou me.

Lead me as victor, by death when I'm riven,
Lord, I acknowledge the law thou hast given:
E'en as thou wilt, Lord, so lead thou me,—
God, I acknowledge thee.

God, I acknowledge thee.

So when the autumn leaves rustle around me,
So when the thunders of battle surround me,
Fountain of grace, I acknowledge thee,-
Father, oh, bless thou me.

Father, oh, bless thou me.

Into thy care commend I my spirit;

Thou canst reclaim what from thee I inherit:
Living or dying, still bless thou me,-

Father, I worship thee.

Father, I worship thee.

Not for earth's riches thy servants are fighting,
Holiest cause with our swords we are righting:
Conquering or falling, I worship thee,-
God, I submit to thee.

God, I submit to thee.

When all the terrors of death are assailing,
When in my veins e'en the life-blood is failing,
Lord, unto thee will I bow the knee,—

Father, I cry to thee.

KARL THEODOR KÖRNER.

PRUSSIAN BATTLE-HYMN.

FATHER of earth and heaven! I call Thy name!
Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll;
My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame!
Father, sustain an untried soldier's soul.
Or life, or death, whatever be the goal
That crowns or closes round this struggling hour,
Thou knowest. If ever from my spirit stole
One deeper prayer, 'twas that no cloud might lower
On my young fame!-Oh, hear! God of eternal power!

God! Thou art merciful.-The wintry storm,
The cloud that pours the thunder from its womb,
But show the sterner grandeur of Thy form;

The lightnings, glancing through the midnight gloom,
To faith's raised eye as calm, as lovely come,
As splendors of the autumnal evening star,
As roses shaken by the breeze's plume,
When like cool incense comes the dewy air,
And on the golden wave the sunset burns afar.

God! Thou art mighty!-At thy footstool bound,

Lie, gazing to Thee, Chance, and Life, and Death;

Nor in the angel-circle flaming round,

Nor in the million worlds that blaze beneath,

Is one that can withstand Thy wrath's hot breath.
Woe in Thy frown,-in Thy smile victory!

Hear my last prayer!-I ask no mortal wreath :
Let but these eyes my rescued country see,
Then take my spirit, All-Omnipotent, to Thee.

Now for the fight!-now for the cannon-peal!—
Forward!—through blood, and toil, and cloud, and fire!
Glorious the shout, the shock, the crash of steel,
The volley's roll, the rocket's blasting spire!

They shake,-like broken waves their squares retire
On them, hussars !—Now give them rein and heel!
Think of the orphaned child, the murdered sire:-
Earth cries for blood,—in thunder on the wheel!
This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph-seal!

KARL THEODOR KÖRNER.

GOD SAVE THE KING.

The national anthem of Great Britain has become so closely identified with the hymn "America" that they seem inseparable,—the music being common to both. Neither Henry nor George S. Carey can be credited, clearly, with its origin. George S. Carey claimed that his father was the author. The fol lowing words by Rev. W. D. Tattersall, harmonized by T. S. Dupuis, Doctor of Music, were used in London in January, 1793, three of the verses being nearly the same as those used about the year 1745, in the reign of George II

VERSION OF 1793.

GOD save great George our King,
Long live our noble King,

God save the King!
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,

God save the King!

Let Discord's lawless train
Know their vile arts are vain,

Britain is free;

Confound their politics,

Frustrate their knavish tricks,

With equal laws we mix
True Liberty.

England's stanch soldiery,
Proof against treachery,
Bravely unite;

Firm in his country's cause,
His sword each hero draws,
To guard our King and laws
From factious might.

When insults rise to wars,
Oak-hearted British tars
Scorn to be slaves;
Ranged in our wooden walls,
Ready when duty calls

To send their cannon-balls
O'er Ocean's waves.

O Lord our God, arise,
Scatter our enemies,

And make them fall.
Cause civil broils to cease,

Commerce and trade t' increase;

With plenty, joy, and peace,

God bless us all.

Gracious to this famed isle,

On our loved Monarch smile,

With mildest rays; Oh, let thy light divine

On Brunswick's royal line

With cheering influence shine

To latest days.

PRESENT VERSION.

God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us!
God save the Queen!

O Lord our God, arise,
Scatter her enemies,

And make them fall.
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
Oh, save us all.

Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour.
Long may she reign!
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause

To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!

PATRIOTIC ELOQUENCE.

HEARD ye those loud-contending waves
That shook Cecropia's pillared state?
Saw ye the mighty from their graves
Look up, and tremble for her fate?

Who shall calm the angry storin?
Who the mighty task perform,

And bid the raging tumult cease?
See the son of Hermes rise,

With siren tongue, and speaking eyes,

Hush the noise, and soothe to peace!