The supreme sacrifice and other poems in time of war . ingThe watchman wakes in vain. Thou only art of Victory the Giver ; Our ears have heard the tales our Fathers told—How they did cry, and how Thou didst deliver, And ledst their armies in the time of old ;Our eyes have seen Thy mercy still unbroken. Thy strong right arm outstretched above our Thy children yet another tokenAnd go with us to-day. Go forth, O God, in majesty most gloriousBefore our armies as in days of yore. And, with Thine aid that we may be victorious,Grant us Thy grace that we may praise Thee more ; What time
The supreme sacrifice and other poems in time of war . ingThe watchman wakes in vain. Thou only art of Victory the Giver ; Our ears have heard the tales our Fathers told—How they did cry, and how Thou didst deliver, And ledst their armies in the time of old ;Our eyes have seen Thy mercy still unbroken. Thy strong right arm outstretched above our Thy children yet another tokenAnd go with us to-day. Go forth, O God, in majesty most gloriousBefore our armies as in days of yore. And, with Thine aid that we may be victorious,Grant us Thy grace that we may praise Thee more ; What time soeer the angry tempest gathers, When through our land the noise of battle flies, For Thy great Name, Jehovah of our Fathers,O Lord our God, arise ! ** MISSING! TO THE MEMORY OF RED CROSS NURSESDROWNED AT SEA w HEN at the last the deeps revealThe treasure they have stored—When the victorious trumpets pealFor the coming of the Lord—?In glory then shall these ariseTo take their crowns in fee,Who hallowed by their sacrificeHis altars in the To face p. 22.] TILL PRAYER PREVAIL OGOD of Might, attend our anxious Prayer-Uphold our brethren wheresoeer they be,In far-off lands, dread spaces of the air,Or trackless deeps of Thy tumultuous sea ;Grant them Thy strength, that they may greatly dareAnd greatly triumph, rendering thanks to Thee. Grant Thou Thy strength no less to us who wait-That we, through pain and sacrifice, may stand Firm in the ancient faiths that made us to the honour of our Mother Land ; Till Prayer prevail ; and Victory, soon or , as of old, from out Thy gracious hand. 23 NURSE EDITH CAVELL CHRIST is my Shepherd—He shall makeme whole ;Evil has fallen upon me, and the foeHas risen against me ; but in Him I knowGreen pastures and still waters for my soul. Yea, I must walk through the shadowy vale of death,Yet what is that, following His staff and rod—My Saviour—^who could call at once on God To roll the heavens aside, as at a breath
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