GOD OF OUR FATHERS, KNOWN OF OLD

A HYMN FOR Remembrance Sunday

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! 

By Rudyard Kipliing, 1921