God of our fathers, known of old—
Lord of our far-flung battle line—
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies—
The Captains and the Kings depart—
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
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,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard—
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard.
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Amen.
Not that "We" have forgotten but that the cheap labor-cheap voters that we have sucked into the country never knew..
ReplyDeleteMy aging friends pray "God bless America.". I pray "God spare America."
Still a wonderful hymn. There is a remnant o us who will not forget.
Thanks and do you have your schedule yet?
DeleteBrock, again my gratitude for posting another poem by Kipling. It is one of my favorites, along with "Gods of the copy book headings". Thank-you
ReplyDeleteCertainly, am glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteOT(sorta):
ReplyDeleteHere is the latest gem from the Politically Incorrect Australian:
http://anotherpoliticallyincorrectblog.blogspot.com/2015/09/patriotism-and-its-complications.html
Thanks and sad.
DeleteThis is hymn number 80 in the "HYMNS" of The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints (i.e., the "Mormon" church).
ReplyDeleteThe words were written by Rudyard Kipling, and the music was composed by Leroy J. Robertson.
Thanks.
Delete;-) lest we forget! Thanks Brock!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sir.
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