The bells were ringing, peal on peal,
And the flags were flying free;
And the hot-lipped guns boomed loud and deep
For the victory over the sea:
Over the sea in Manilla bay,
Where the Spanish fleet went down.
The Sabbath air was hot and thick,
And pierced by shot and shell;
And the cannon's roar, and the dying shriek
Were the counter part of hell:
Over the sea in Manilla bay,
Where the Spanish fleet went down.
We knelt in prayer that Sabbath morn,
And we prayed to the God of love:
"Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done
On earth, as it is above,"
While over the sea, in Manilla bay,
The Spanish fleet went down.
-- Gertrude Crumb Harman.
