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June 22, 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-call’d 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 boasting 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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