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The wounded men were crying" for help from everywhere, While others, who were dying-, were offering- God their
prayer: "Protect my wife and children, if it is Thy holy will!" Such were the prayers I heard that night on Shiloh Hill.
And early the next morning, we were called to arms again,
Unmindful of the wounded and unmindful of the slain,
The struggle was renewed, and ten thousand men were
killed; This was the second conflict of the famous Shiloh Hill.
The battle it raged on, though dead and dying men, Lay thick all o'er the ground, on the hill and in the glen, And from their deadly wounds their blood ran like a rill; Such were the mournful sights that I saw on Shiloh Hill.
Before the day was ended the battle ceased to roar, And thousands of brave soldiers had fall'n to rise no more; They left their vacant ranks for some other ones to fill, And now their mouldering* bodies all lie on Shiloh Hill.
And now my song is ended about those bloody plains,
I hope the sight by mortal man may ne'er be seen again;
But I pray to God, the Saviour, " if consistent with Thy
will," To save the souls of all who fell on bloody Shiloh Hill.