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I	A
Aye strike with sacrilegious aim	B
The temple of the living God	C
Hurl iron bolt and seething flame	B
Through aisles which holiest feet have trod	C
Tear up the altar spoil the tomb	D
And raging with demoniac ire	E
Send down in sudden crash of doom	D
That grand old sky sustaining spire	E
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II	A
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That spire for full a hundred years	F
Hath been a people's point of sight	G
That shrine hath warmed their souls to tears	H
With strains well worthy Salem's height	G
The sweet clear music of its bells	I
Made liquid soft in Southern air	J
Still through the heart of memory swells	I
And wakes the hopeful soul to prayer	J
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III	A
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Along the shores for many a mile	K
Long ere they owned a beacon mark	L
It caught arid kept the Day God's smile	K
The guide for every wandering bark	L
Averting from our homes the scaith	M
Of fiery bolt in storm cloud driven	N
The Pharos to the wandering faith	M
It pointed every prayer to Heaven	N
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IV	O
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Well may ye felons of the time	P
Still loathing all that's pure and free	Q
Add this to many a thousand crime	P
'Gainst peace and sweet humanity	Q
Ye who have wrapped our towns in flame	B
Defiled our shrines befouled our homes	R
But fitly turn your murderous aim	B
Against Jehovah's ancient domes	R
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V	Q
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Yet though the grand old temple falls	S
And downward sinks the lofty spire	E
Our faith is stronger than our walls	S
And soars above the storm and fire	T
Ye shake no faith in souls made free	Q
To tread the paths their fathers trod	C
To fight and die for liberty	Q
Believing in the avenging God	C
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VI	O
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Think not though long his anger stays	U
His justice sleeps His wrath is spent	V
The arm of vengeance but delays	U
To make more dread the punishment	W
Each impious hand that lights the torch	X
Shall wither ere the bolt shall fall	Y
And the bright Angel of the Church	Z
With seraph shield avert the ball	Y
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VII	O
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For still we deem as taught of old	A2
That where the faith the altar builds	B2
God sends an angel from his fold	A2
Whose sleepless watch the temple shields	C2
And to his flock with sweet accord	D2
Yields their fond choice from THRONES and POWERS	E2
Thus Michael with his fiery sword	D2
And golden shield still champions ours	E2
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VIII	O
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And he who smote the dragon down	F2
And chained him thousand years of time	P
Need never fear the boa's frown	F2
Though loathsome in his spite and slime	P
He from the topmost height surveys	U
And guards the shrines our fathers gave	O
And we who sleep beneath his gaze	U
May well believe his power to save	O
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IX	U
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Yet if it be that for our sin	G2
Our angel's term of watch is o'er	T
With proper prayer true faith must win	G2
The guardian watcher back once more I	O
Faith brethren of the Church and prayer	J
In blood and sackcloth if it need	H2
And still our spire shall rise in air	J
Our temple though our people bleed	H2

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