For That We Love

We hear the battle cry and now
Behold the plowman and his plow
The horses with their birdies decked
In colors that our love protects
Proudly it waves over deep respect
The Red, the White, the Blue
Again our Generals stern command
Old Glory unfurled o'er the land
God's mighty Spirits moving through
Presenting Washington to you
Following him and towering high
"A martyr for the cause" we cry

We see beloved Lincoln lean and lank
Bearing high the standard of His Rank
Each with Old Glory in their hand
Walk to and fro through freedom's land
Up son's of freedom, ye shall stand
The King of King's is your command
The light that woke sweet Liberty
To give it freedom's breath
Upon the Cross of Calvary
By tyranny was oppressed

For what we love sweet liberty
We ask God's blessings now
O'er those who go to fight its foe
O'er the plowman with his plow
That not for revenge nor for hate
But purely shall it be
For the great gift from the hand of God
Freedom and Liberty.