| God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle line, Beneath whose aweful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine: Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget. | | 399 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. | |