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OUR TITLES.
Are we not Nobles? we who trace
Our pedigree so high
That God for us and for our race
Created Earth and Sky
And Light and Air and Time and Space,
To serve us and then die.
Our pedigree so high
That God for us and for our race
Created Earth and Sky
And Light and Air and Time and Space,
To serve us and then die.
Are we not Princes? we who stand
As heirs beside the Throne;
We who can call the promised Land
Our Heritage, our own;
And answer to no less command
Than God's, and His alone.
As heirs beside the Throne;
We who can call the promised Land
Our Heritage, our own;
And answer to no less command
Than God's, and His alone.
Are we not Kings? both night and day
From early until late,
About our bed, about our way,
A guard of Angels wait;
And so we watch and work and pray
In more than royal state.
From early until late,
About our bed, about our way,
A guard of Angels wait;
And so we watch and work and pray
In more than royal state.
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Are we not holy? do not start:
It is God's sacred will
To call us Temples set apart
His Holy Ghost may fill:
Our very food....oh, hush my Heart,
Adore IT and be still!
It is God's sacred will
To call us Temples set apart
His Holy Ghost may fill:
Our very food....oh, hush my Heart,
Adore IT and be still!
Are we not more? our Life shall be
Immortal and divine.
The nature Mary gave to Thee,
Dear Jesus, still is Thine;
Adoring in Thy Heart, I see
Such blood as beats in mine.
Immortal and divine.
The nature Mary gave to Thee,
Dear Jesus, still is Thine;
Adoring in Thy Heart, I see
Such blood as beats in mine.
Oh God, that we can dare to fail,
And dare to say we must!
Oh God, that we can ever trail
Such banners in the dust,
Can let such starry honours pale,
And such a Blazon rust!
And dare to say we must!
Oh God, that we can ever trail
Such banners in the dust,
Can let such starry honours pale,
And such a Blazon rust!
Shall we upon such Titles bring
The taint of sin and shame?
Shall we—the children of the King
Who hold so grand a claim
Tarnish by any meaner thing
The glory of our name?
The taint of sin and shame?
Shall we—the children of the King
Who hold so grand a claim
Tarnish by any meaner thing
The glory of our name?
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