The Days are Done
- 1Thy days are done, thy fame begun;
- 2Thy country's strains record
- 3The triumphs of her chosen Son,
- 4The slaughters of his sword!
- 5The deeds he did, the fields he won,
- 6The freedom he restored!
- 7Though thou art fall'n, while we are free
- 8Thou shall not taste of death!
- 9The generous blood that flowed from thee
- 10Disdained to sink beneath:
- 11Within our veins its currents be,
- 12Thy spirit on our breath!
- 13Thy name, our charging hosts along,
- 14Shall be the battle-word!
- 15Thy fall, the theme of choral song
- 16From virgin voices poured!
- 17To weep would do thy glory wrong:
- 18Thou shalt not be deplored.