RECESSIONAL (1897) OD of our fathers, known of old, Go Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pineLord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies; Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, RECESSIONAL Or lesser breeds without the LawLord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust Amen. |