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OUR WATCHDOGS
In dim North seas our watchdogs now are waiting,
Who heard afar their stricken brothers' cry;
An empire's charge their glory, and the freighting
A world in agony.
It is an awful vigil that they keep,
Who are the iron guardians of the deep.
Who heard afar their stricken brothers' cry;
An empire's charge their glory, and the freighting
A world in agony.
It is an awful vigil that they keep,
Who are the iron guardians of the deep.
The mother rocks her cradle, to the thunder
And dreadful music of the shot and shell;
For all the bars of right have burst asunder,
While upward rushes hell.
And so our sentinels, an embattled host,
Fulfil their duty stern at peril's post.
And dreadful music of the shot and shell;
For all the bars of right have burst asunder,
While upward rushes hell.
And so our sentinels, an embattled host,
Fulfil their duty stern at peril's post.
Silent and secret do they move or tarry,
And lift the burden that upon them lies;
Keepers of Justice, for with Truth they carry
All nations' liberties.
They tread the pathway that their fathers trod,
And fight for Freedom and the Will of God.
And lift the burden that upon them lies;
Keepers of Justice, for with Truth they carry
All nations' liberties.
They tread the pathway that their fathers trod,
And fight for Freedom and the Will of God.
He is our Vanguard in the stress and sorrow,
We only for His service drew the sword;
He is To-day and He is our To-morrow,
Our Captain and our Lord.
Around the conflict and its grievous cares,
Our women throw the shield of love and prayers.
We only for His service drew the sword;
He is To-day and He is our To-morrow,
Our Captain and our Lord.
Around the conflict and its grievous cares,
Our women throw the shield of love and prayers.
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Our first and last line in the time of danger,
The soldiers of the Red Cross take their stand;
Ready alike to serve the friend or stranger,
For the one Fatherland.
Unarmed, undaunted by the strife or steel,
It is enough at some bedside to kneel.
The soldiers of the Red Cross take their stand;
Ready alike to serve the friend or stranger,
For the one Fatherland.
Unarmed, undaunted by the strife or steel,
It is enough at some bedside to kneel.
They only ask to suffer, as the warders
Within a world of passion and of pain,
They minister to wounds, and hold the borders
That bridge great gulfs again.
They know no frontier but the place of need,
And with the sufferers their hearts also bleed.
Within a world of passion and of pain,
They minister to wounds, and hold the borders
That bridge great gulfs again.
They know no frontier but the place of need,
And with the sufferers their hearts also bleed.
Even children rally round the faith our banner,
Which ever was a fortress and a shrine;
While baby offerings, in the good old manner,
Join in the work divine.
The helpless help, the pauper gives his pence,
And frailty's trust is our omnipotence.
Which ever was a fortress and a shrine;
While baby offerings, in the good old manner,
Join in the work divine.
The helpless help, the pauper gives his pence,
And frailty's trust is our omnipotence.
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