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The Nation's Prayer

Sung to the tune of "Nearer my God to Thee." which was a favorite hymn of our martyred Pesident, William McKinley.

The Nation mourns,oh God, her fallen Chief,
But sweet the echoes ring through all her grief;
    From North to sunny South
    Ringing from sea to sea
"Nearer my God to Thee—nearer to Thee."

Let pride of power be brought low in the dust;
Cleanse Thou the Nation's heart from sinful lust,
    The drunkard's curse remove
    And let us rise to be
'Nearer my God to Thee—nearer to Thee."

May we no more, Oh God, profane Thy day;
But learn Thy holy Word, Thy will obey.
    We boast of freedom's land,
    May we indeed be free;
And "Near—my God to Thee—nearer to Thee"

Throughout the century past, on our fair land,
Blessings have freely poured, all from Thy hand.
    Our dying Chieftian's hymn,
    Then let our watchword be;
"Nearer my God to Thee—nearer to Thee."

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