Midi playing is "Patriotic Medley"
A Tribute To A Nation
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The date September 11, 2001, is forever etched in our memory. We will always remember where we were when we heard the news when the never-to-be-forgotten hour and time stood still as we stared in horror and disbelief. In the World Trade Center in New York City, at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C., and along a quiet countryside in southwest Pennsylvania, thousands were brutally murdered. Our fellow Americans bled and died...some immediately, many slowly, all unexpectedly...while others bravely escaped with their lives, bruised, broken, and burned. Our hearts go out to the victims of this horrific act of terrorism in NY and Washington D.C. and the passengers on American Flight 11, American Flight 77, United Flight 175 and United Flight 93. Our thanks goes out to the heros who saved others:
The passengers on United Flight 93,
The firemen,
The policemen
and American citizens.
Our prayers are with all the family members who grieve the loss of their loved ones. May God pour His grace on America. As a Nation, we must pray for President Bush and his staff as he leads our country down some very difficult roads.
May God Bless America Again
and may we always be
One Nation Under God.
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Psalm 27:1-4
The LORD is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear?
the LORD is the strength of my life;
of whom shall I be afraid?
When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes,
came upon me to eat up my flesh,
they stumbled and fell.
Though an host should encamp against me,
my heart shall not fear:
though war should rise against me,
in this will I be confident.
One thing have I desired of the LORD,
that will I seek after;
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to behold the beauty of the LORD,
and to enquire in his temple.
O Beautiful For Spacious Skies
Written by Katharine L. Bates
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown they good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm they soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness, And every gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam, Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee,
And crown they good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
Battle Hymn Of The Republic
Written by Julia W. Howe
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
they have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Chorus
Glory glory, hallelujah! Glory glory, hallelujah!
Glory glory, hallelujah! Glory glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marchin on.
God Bless America
Music & Lyrics By Irving Berlin - 1918
God Bless America, Land That I love
Stand Beside Her And Guide Her
Through The Night With The Light From Above
From The Mountains To The Prairies
To The Oceans White With Foam
God Bless America, My Home Sweet Home
God Bless America, My Home Sweet Home
My Country, 'Tis of Thee
Written by Samuel F. Smith
My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side Let freedom ring!
My native country, thee, land of the noble free,
Thy name I love:
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze, the ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom`s song:
let mortal tongues awake,
let all that breathe partake;
let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.
Our fathers` God, to Thee, Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing:
Long may our land be bright
With freedom`s holy light;
Protect us by They might, Great God, our King!
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