Hail, Columbia (Philip Phile)

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  • (Posted 2010-04-16)  CPDL #21456:          (Sibelius 4)
Editor: Ashley Etzkorn (submitted 2010-04-16).   Score information: 19 x 26 cm, 1 page, 144 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information

Title: Hail, Columbia
Composer: Philip Phile
Lyricist: Joseph Hopkinsoncreate page

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Unison
Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1917
Description: One of the oldest of our patriotic songs, coming from the old President's March, used in Washington's administration and composed about 1789, by Mr. Philip Phile, of Philadelphia. The words were written in 1798, by Joseph Hopkinson, also of Philadelphia.

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Original text and translations

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1. Hail, Columbia, happy Land!
Hail, ye heroes, heav'n born band!
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause
And when the storm of war was gone
Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
Let independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.

Firm, unitted, let us be,
Rallying round our liberty!
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.

2. Sound, sound the trump of fame!
Let Washington's great name
Ring thro' the world with loud applause!
Ring thro' the world with loud applause!
Let evr'y climb to Freedom dear,
Listen with a joyful ear;
With equal skill, with steady pow'r,
He governs in the fearful hour
Of horrid war of guides with ease
The happier times of honest peace

3. Immortal patriots, rise once more!
Defend your rights, defend your shore;
Let no rude foe, which impious hand,
Let no rude foe with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies,
Of toil and blood the well-earned prize.
While off'ring peace, sincere and just,
In heav'n we place a manly trust,
 That truth and justice shall prevail,
And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail.

4. Behold the chief, who now commands,
Once more to serve his country stands;
The rock on which the storm will beat!
The rock on which the storm will beat!
But armed in virtue firm and true,
His hopes are fixed on heav'n and you.
When hope was sinking in dismay,
When gloom obscured Columbia's day,
His steady mind, from changes free,
Resolved on death or liberty.