The Hatchet of the United States Ship "George Washington,", Volúmenes1-9

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Edwin Taylor Pollock, Paul Frederick Bloomhardt
J.J. Little & Ives Company, 1919 - 273 páginas
In additon to reprinting the issues of the daily journal, this volume contains other materials including commentary, letters of commendation, and lists of personnel associated with the U.S.S. George Washington.

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Página 14 - MY faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour Divine ! Now hear me while I pray : Take all my guilt away ; O let me from this day Be wholly thine.
Página 2 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Página 2 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song! Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong! 4 Our fathers...
Página 189 - By it they understand that compensation will be made by Germany for all damage done to the civilian population of the Allies and their property by the aggression of Germany by land, by sea, and from the air.
Página 14 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Página 92 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound : Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Página 2 - Onward! Christian soldiers, Marching at to war, With the Cross of Jems Going on before. ! Cliristian soldiers, Marching ;is to war, With the Cross of Jesus Going on before ; Christ the Royal Master Leads against the foe ; Forward into battle, See ! His banners go.
Página 92 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Página 14 - Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go. spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.

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