English Roses by F. Harald Williams [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] |
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“TRUST IN GOD AND KEEP YOUR
POWDER DRY.” |
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“TRUST IN GOD AND KEEP YOUR POWDER DRY.”
Trust in God,
Trust in God
In the way your fathers trod,
When they gave the foeman point,
Blood and steel,
Though a world was out of joint—
Till at heel;
Though against a hostile earth
And beneath a frowning sky,
In the teeth of doom and dearth;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God
In the way your fathers trod,
When they gave the foeman point,
Blood and steel,
Though a world was out of joint—
Till at heel;
Though against a hostile earth
And beneath a frowning sky,
In the teeth of doom and dearth;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Trust in God,
If with justice ye are shod
Marching on through shot and shell,
Blood and steel,
In the fiery jaws of hell—
Till at heel;
If around you all the lands
Like the powers of darkness try
All their worst, with armed hands;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
If with justice ye are shod
Marching on through shot and shell,
Blood and steel,
In the fiery jaws of hell—
Till at heel;
If around you all the lands
Like the powers of darkness try
All their worst, with armed hands;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Trust in God,
Though the thrones about you nod;
And, while dynasties go down,
Blood and steel
Cast their shadow on the Crown—
Till at heel;
Though the peoples foam and fret
Or destroy and know not why,
And the suns in sorrow set;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Though the thrones about you nod;
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Blood and steel
Cast their shadow on the Crown—
Till at heel;
Though the peoples foam and fret
Or destroy and know not why,
And the suns in sorrow set;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Trust in God,
If you feel His heavy rod
And His chastening on you falls,
Blood and steel;
Face the foe with iron walls—
Till at heel;
If the rulers from their path
Stray and hold the helm awry,
While on them descends the wrath;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
If you feel His heavy rod
And His chastening on you falls,
Blood and steel;
Face the foe with iron walls—
Till at heel;
If the rulers from their path
Stray and hold the helm awry,
While on them descends the wrath;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Trust in God,
Though all crimson be the clod
And yet thinner the red line,
Blood and steel,
And the toils of evil twine—
Till at heel;
Ye were born the conquering race,
And the shadow soon will fly
From your proud imperial place;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Though all crimson be the clod
And yet thinner the red line,
Blood and steel,
And the toils of evil twine—
Till at heel;
Ye were born the conquering race,
And the shadow soon will fly
From your proud imperial place;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Trust in God,
If on rugged ways ye plod;
Heaven will yet defend the right,
Blood and steel,
And preserve you through the night—
Till at heel;
For ye fight His battles still
And He is your one ally,
He will pay the cruel bill;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
If on rugged ways ye plod;
Heaven will yet defend the right,
Blood and steel,
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Till at heel;
For ye fight His battles still
And He is your one ally,
He will pay the cruel bill;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Trust in God,
Though you often break the sod
For your comrades in the fray,
Blood and steel,
In the dying and decay—
Till at heel;
Ye must lead the nations on
With your freedom's victor cry,
Ere old slaveries are gone;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Though you often break the sod
For your comrades in the fray,
Blood and steel,
In the dying and decay—
Till at heel;
Ye must lead the nations on
With your freedom's victor cry,
Ere old slaveries are gone;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Trust in God,
If the issues yet are odd
And ye sometimes feel the fire,
Blood and steel,
As ye stumble through dead mire—
Till at heel;
For ye bear the Holy Ark,
And for liberties ye ply
All your efforts, though in dark;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
If the issues yet are odd
And ye sometimes feel the fire,
Blood and steel,
As ye stumble through dead mire—
Till at heel;
For ye bear the Holy Ark,
And for liberties ye ply
All your efforts, though in dark;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Trust in God
For the fruit within the pod,
For the triumph won by pain,
Blood and steel,
Broken life and bitter chain—
Till at heel;
Yours the might, the master hand
When the prentice work goes by,
Yours the habit of command;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God
For the fruit within the pod,
For the triumph won by pain,
Blood and steel,
Broken life and bitter chain—
Till at heel;
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When the prentice work goes by,
Yours the habit of command;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God,
Trust in God
With the bayonet or hod,
With the trowel or with arms,
Blood and steel,
When at peace or in alarms—
Till at heel;
Yours the Book, the living Faith,
Wheresoe'er ye build or buy,
Not befooled by Glory's wraith;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
Trust in God
With the bayonet or hod,
With the trowel or with arms,
Blood and steel,
When at peace or in alarms—
Till at heel;
Yours the Book, the living Faith,
Wheresoe'er ye build or buy,
Not befooled by Glory's wraith;
Only keep your powder dry,
Powder dry.
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