A HYMN, Composed for, and sung on the Occasion—and now published by Desire—entitled, A SONG of PRAISE to GOD…

From all below these western skies Let shouts of grateful joy arise;— This new-born empire sound abroad The honors of its GUARDIAN-GOD.

Let our GRAND COUNCIL lead the song, And roll the tide of praise along, Till the fair current spread around, From GEORGIA's banks to HAMPSHIRE's bound.

When Britain, great in arts and arms, Pour'd on our coasts war's dire alarms, And muster'd all her thund'ring pow'r, To crush our glory in an hour:—

Our GOD with scorn her rage beheld;— His own kind arm became our shield;— Confusion on her plots he frown'd, And shook her Babel to the ground.

Let LEXINGTON proclaim afar The honors of the God of war; While BUNKER-HILL and TRENTON join To hail the guardianship divine.

Let captur'd Burgoyne tell abroad The triumphs of COLUMBIA's God; While baffled Arnold owns the Pow'r, Which sav'd us in the dreadful hour.

Let proud Cornwallis bend the knee Unto the GOD of victory, Who snatch'd the laurels he had won, And gave them up to WASHINGTON.

Hail, POW'R SUPREME! whose outstretch'd hand Has sav'd our threat'ned infant-land, And led it through war's bloody race, To glorious EMPIRE, FREEDOM, PEACE.

While we beneath our fig-trees sit, And of thy riches taste the sweet, O may our flaming hearts and tongues Shout forth thy praise in endless songs.