World War I Pamphlet (transcript)
THE NEGRO AND THE FLAG
A Lincoln Day Program Sent Out by the Freedmen's Aid Society of the Methodist Episcopal Church, 420 Plum Street, Cincinnati, Ohio
Order of Service
Almighty God, be with us as we worship Thee. Help us who dwell in safety to be willing to make the sacrifices which the days demand. Much for which we have toiled and prayed is being swept ruthlessly away. We are bewildered by the world chaos. Grant to us courage to offer opportunity for life preparation to the those who are to take the places of the brave boys now going forth to lay their lives on the nation's altar. And be Thou this night with them and with the homes which they left behind. Amen.
Hymn-The Son of God Goes Forth to War
Theme-(Address or Reading)
Again They Answer Their Country's Call
Every live American rejoices in the valorous deeds of his ancestors. The scenes of battles long ago are kept fresh in the minds of succeeding generations by the boast of lineal descent from heroes of other days. Men rejoice in paying tribute to the loyal band of colonies who, for the sake of liberty, mingled their blood with the land we love in defiance of a strong nation. It is a heritage proudly shared by thousands. Women guard with jealous care those credentials which open to them the doors of fellowship with other "daughters of the Revolution." It is in the blood. And around the fireside of a winter's night, children's children are inducted into the sacred knowledge of the part played by those whose blood courses through their bodies.
Nor is the Negro set aside in this revelry of forefathers' fighting prowess. For his is a share in the soldiery memoirs of our Nation from the beginning. The first Negro blood to flow was that of Crispus Attucks, a runaway slave, who led an attack of citizens on the British soldiers, March 5, 1770, in Boston.
"The Son of God Goes Forth to War" (lyrics)
The Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain:
His blood-red banner streams a-far’
Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink His cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain,
Who patient bears Hiss cross below,
He follows in His train.
The martyr first, whose eagle eye,
Could pierce beyond the grave.
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save;
Like Him, with pardon on His tongue.
In mist of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong;
Who follows in His train?
A glorious hand, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came
Twelve valiant saints their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame;
They climbed the steep ascent of heaven
Thro' peril, toil, and pain:
O God, to us may grace be giv'n
To follow in their train.