O Sainted soul! Thou honored and revered,
Above all honored to our nation known,
Thou whom, when our dear country's hope had flown,
And death and ruin to our hearthstones neared
When dying patriots for their loved ones feared,
And prayed deliverance from the cruel crown
O thou who struck the direful enemy down
Her haughty hosts from all our harbors veered:
From depths of Valley Forge to Yorktown's height,
With heavenly justice armed and power divine,
Marched on to victory and eternal right
Heaven sing thy praise. It is not mine,
Or mortal, to depict the light
Thy virtue o'er a world doth make to shine!
