Oh, comrades! ’tis a fearful strife That jars our land this day-- When brother strikes at brother’s life, And sons their sires betray! But He who rules each nation’s right, Our sword and shield shall be! Fear not! fear not! Jehovah’s might Still guards the Brave and Free! Though rebels swarm on every hand, And Treason spreads its snares, Our Ship of State, by patriots mann’d, The Flag of Stars upbears! Behind the clouds is sunshine bright, Whose beams we soon shall see! Fear not! fear not! Jehovah’s might Still guards the Brave and Free! No craven doubt shall shake our trust In Union’s righteous cause; Our motives pure--our action just-- For Freedom’s Land, and Laws! Against the foes of man we fight, And Victory ours shall be! Fear not! fear not! Jehovah’s might Still guards the Brave and Free! 47 Sweet is the Fight. AIR--_Sparkling and Bright._ Sweet is the fight For Freedom’s right, Though our heart’s best blood be streaming; By heroes led Unto Glory’s bed, With lives our land redeeming! We seek the fight With falchions bright, With our hearts in brave communion-- Together we’ll stand For our glorious land, And the cause of the grand old Union! Oh! who would shrink From danger’s brink, Or fly from the conflict gory, When Ruin complete Will attend defeat, While Victory crowns with glory! We’ll dare the fight. For Freedom’s right, With hearts in brave communion! Together we’ll stand For our glorious land, And the cause of the grand old Union! 48 Remember Traitors. AIR--_Boyne Water._ When Union ruled our noble land, And Liberty’s arms were round her, No foemen could her power withstand, No danger could astound her. But now, in rebel ranks displayed, With despot snares behind them, Old friends we see as foes arrayed, And mark them, as we find them! We mark the wretch, where’er he be, Who’s false to the land that bore him; We’ll mark the knave who swears he’s free, Yet brooks a traitor o’er him! And more than all, we’ll mark the men Whose traitorous inclination Would rivet foreign chains again O’er Freedom’s chosen nation! When strangers sought Columbia’s shore, And the wanderer claimed protection, We bade them share our peaceful store, And asked no mean subjection. And now, thank God! when Treason’s band Conspire in vile communion, We see the sons of every land Combined to shield our Union!