God Bless Our President.
God bless our President,
The hope of the free!
For since great Washington,
No rival has he.
Quite untainted by pride,
Though of him we're proud,
He yet seems not to hear
Our compliments loud;
Nor yet seems he to fear
The outcries of wrath;
He asks God what is right,
And follows that path.
If I wished a favor
'Tis to him I would go,
As the noblest feel most
For those who're in woe.
Ah! there's but one favor
That I would demand,
It would be to ask him
To think of my land.
But then this is needless,
For he'll not forget
The hearts that pray 1 for him;
He'll rescue us yet.
1 Probably, at the great majority of family altars in Kentucky, President Davis is daily prayed for; and whenever you open a Prayer-book, the chance is that in the prayer for the President 'United' is marked over, and 'Confederate' written in the margin.
War Lyrics and Songs of the South (London: Spottiswoode & Company, Printer, 1866), 221.
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