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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 thy good with brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea.

Such stirring lyrics are good reminders of a wonderful land God has given us.

And they are also reminders we can/should love our native land and be able to

separate her from all the war mongering she has recently been involved in.

And love American enough to oppose the war on her, from within, called socialism.

Katharine Lee Bates born this date, 8/12/1859 at Falmouth, MA.

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“O Beautiful for Spacious Skies”

 

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 thy good with brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea.

 

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 mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self control,
Thy liberty in law.

 

Katharine Lee Bates died this date (3/28/1929) at Well­es­ley, Mass­a­chu­setts.  She was born Au­gust 12, 1859 at Fal­mouth, Mass­a­chu­setts the daughter of a minister.  Bates penned the above patriotic song in 1904.

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“How Great Thou Art”

 

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

 

Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

 

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

 

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

 

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!”

 

Carl Boberg died this date (1/7/1940) in his native Sweden. After being a sailor he attended Bible School and became a minister.  He also edited a paper and served in the Swedish Parliament (1912-31).  Boberg was born 8/16/1859.

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