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1897
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, | 5 |
| Lest we forget—lest we forget! | |
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| The tumult and the shouting dies; | |
| The Captains and the Kings depart: | |
| Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, | |
| An humble and a contrite heart. | 10 |
| Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, | |
| Lest we forget—lest we forget! | |
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| Far-called, our navies melt away; | |
| On dune and headland sinks the fire: | |
| Lo, all our pomp of yesterday | 15 |
| Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! | |
| Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, | |
| Lest we forget—lest we forget! | |
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| If, drunk with sight of power, we loose | |
| Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, | 20 |
| 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! | |
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| For heathen heart that puts her trust | 25 |
| 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! | 30 |
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