First Coppell

Worship Songs





A Tribute to the Armed Services


First to fight for the right, and to build the Nation’s might, And the Army goes rolling along.

Proud of all we have done, fighting till the battle’s won, And the Army goes rolling along.

Then it’s hi! hi! hey! The Army’s on its way.

Count off the cadence loud and strong; two, three, four, hut, two, three!

For where’er we go, you will always know That the Army goes rolling along.


From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli,

We will fight our country’s battles in the air, on land and sea.

First, we fight for right and freedom, and to keep our honor clean.

We are proud to claim the title of United States Marines.

Coast Guard

We’re always ready for the call, we place our trust in Thee!

Through howling gale and shot and shell to win the victory!

Semper paratus is our guide, our pledge, our motto, too!

We’re always ready, do or die. Ay! Coast Guard, we fight for you!


Anchors aweigh, my boys! Anchors aweigh!

Farewell to college joys. We sail at break of day, day, day, day!

Through our last night on shore, hail to the foam!

Until we meet once more, here’s wishing you a happy voyage home!

Air Force

Off we go into the wild blue yonder, climbing high into the sun.

Here they come, zooming to meet our thunder; At ‘em, boys, give her the gun!

Down we dive, spouting our flame from under, off with one terrible roar.

We live in fame or go down in flame, for nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!

America, the Beautiful

America! America! God shed His grace on thee!

O beautiful for heroes proved in liberating strife,

Who more than self their country loved, and mercy more than life!

America! America! May God thy gold refine,

‘Til all success be nobleness, and ev’ry gain divine!

America! A-me-ri-ca!


My country,’ tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;
land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims’ pride,
from every mountainside let freedom ring!

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.

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.

Our fathers’ God, to thee, author of liberty, to thee we sing;
long may our land be bright with freedom’s holy light;
protect us by thy might, great God, our King.

Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

Refrain: Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps:
His truth is marching on.


In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
with a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me;
as he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
while God is marching on.

Refrain (2x)

National Anthem

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,

What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro’ the perilous fight,

O’er the ramparts we watch’d, 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?