July 4, 2005
Have
faith in God –
And Jesus virgin-born;
Have faith in God –
He felt each nail and thorn;
Have faith in God –
May love His name adorn.
Have faith, dear friend, in God.
The Star-Spangled Banner
Francis Scott Key, 1779-1843
Therefore submit yourselves to every ordinance of man for the Lord's sake, whether to the king as supreme, or to governors, as to those who are sent by him for the punishment of evildoers and for the praise of those who do good. 1 Peter 2:13, 14.
During the War of 1812, while on the deck of a truce ship, Francis Key paced
nervously as a fierce battle raged nearby during the British attack on the
harbor of Baltimore. As District Attorney of Georgetown and a spiritual lay
leader of his church, Key ahd been sent by President James Madison to negotiate
with the British for a physician who had been taken prisoner. All night Key and
his party were detained as the heavy bombardment continued. When the firing
suddenly ceased just before morning, Key was fearful of the outcome; but as he
looked hesitantly across the water, he saw the American flag still triumphantly
flying with the assurance of our nation's continued freedom!
With joyful relief, Key wrote his poem hastily on the back of
an envelope and put finishing touches on it after being released later than
evening. One month later the song was published, accompanied by an old hunting
tune, "Anacron in Heaven," attributed to John Stafford Smith of
England. Although enthusiastically received by the people, the song was not
officially adopted by Congress as our national anthem until March 3rd, 1931.
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
Oh, thus be it ever when free-men shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation;
Blessed with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just;
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.