This is the first known printing of Key's poem. Called a broadside, it was probably printed in Baltimore on Sept. Courtesy Maryland Historical Society. Because the song extolled the national flag—a symbol of loyalty to the Union—Northerners enthusiastically embraced it as a patriotic anthem. Admission is free. Open every day except December Francis Scott Key. National Museum of American History Admission is free. Na tsuer sal ick ontfanghen Van Godt, mijn Heer, dat soet, Daer na so doet verlanghen Mijn vorstelick ghemoet, Dat is, dat ick mag sterven Met eeren, in dat velt, Een eeuwich rijk verwerven Als een ghetrouwe helt.
Niets doet my meer erbarmen In mijnen wederspoet, Dan dat men siet verarmen Des Conincks landen goet, Dat ud de Spaengiaerts crencken, O edel Neerlandt soet, Als ick daeraen ghedencke, Mijn edel hert dat bloet. Als een Prins opgheseten Met mijnes heyres cracht, Van den tyran vermeten Heb ick den slach verwacht, Die, by Maestricht begraven, Bevreesde mijn ghewelt; Mijn ruyters sach men draven Seer moedich door dat velt.
Soo het den wil des Heeren Op die tijt had gheweest, Had ick geern willen keeren Van u dit swaer tempeest: Maer de Heer van hier boven Die alle dinck regeert, Die men altijt moet loven, En heeftet niet begeert. Seer christlick was ghedreven Mijn princelick ghemoet, Stantvastich is ghebleven Mijn hert in teghenspoet, Den Heer heb ick ghebeden Van mijnes herten gront, Dat Hy mijn saeck wil reden, Mijn onschult doen oircont.
Oorlof mijn arme schapen, Die zijt in grooten noot. U Herder sal niet slapen, Al zijt ghy nu verstroit: Tot Godt wilt u begheven, Sijn heylsaem woort neemt aen, Als vrome Christen leven, Tsal hier haest zijn ghedaen. I 've ever tried to live in The fear of God's command And therefore I've been driven From people, home, and land, But God, I trust, will rate me His willing instrument And one day reinstate me Into my government. Let no despair betray you, My subjects true and good. The Lord will surely stay you Though now you are pursued.
He who would live devoutly Must pray God day and night To throw His power about me As champion of your right. Life and my all for others, I sacrificed, for you! And my illustrious brothers Proved their devotion too. Count Adolf, more's the pity, Fell in the Frisian fray, And in the eternal city Awaits the judgement day.
I, nobly born, descended From an imperial stock. An empire's prince, defended Braving the battle's shock Heroically and fearless As pious Christian ought With my life's blood the peerless Gospel of God our Lord. A shield and my reliance, O God, Thou ever wert. I'll trust unto Thy guidance. O leave me not ungirt. My God, I pray thee, save me From all who do pursue And threaten to enslave me, Thy trusted servant true.
O Father, do not sanction Their wicked, foul design, Don't let them wash their hands in This guiltless blood of mine. O David, thou soughtest shelter From King Saul's tyranny. Even so I fled this welter And many a lord with me. Fear not 't will rain sans ceasing The clouds are bound to part. I bide that sight so pleasing Unto my princely heart, Which is that I with honour Encounter death in war, And meet in heaven my Donor, His faithful warrior.
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