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A HYMN IN TIME OF WAR.
God of our fathers, Lord of Hosts,
The Light, a Shadow, and a Shield,
Be Thou the rampart of our coasts,
The front line of our battle-field.
Our Heaven and Home, to Thee we bow,
Hear and defend Thy servants now.
The Light, a Shadow, and a Shield,
Be Thou the rampart of our coasts,
The front line of our battle-field.
Our Heaven and Home, to Thee we bow,
Hear and defend Thy servants now.
What are these iron walls, unless
Thy guardian Presence with us go,
And lead us forth in righteousness
Twice-armed with Thee against the foe?
Thou art the Bulwark of our land,
Wherein we rest, whereby we stand.
Thy guardian Presence with us go,
And lead us forth in righteousness
Twice-armed with Thee against the foe?
Thou art the Bulwark of our land,
Wherein we rest, whereby we stand.
Lord, in Thy guidance do we trust
Alone and offer up to Thee
Our love and life, because we must,
And in Thy Freedom are made free.
Bends over us, like the blue skies,
Thy glory breathed in liberties.
Alone and offer up to Thee
Our love and life, because we must,
And in Thy Freedom are made free.
Bends over us, like the blue skies,
Thy glory breathed in liberties.
Shoulder to shoulder will we face
Whatever comes, that cannot harm
Thy soldiers girt with God's embrace
And holden safely by Thine arm.
For Thee fresh laurels would we twine,
The honour and the victory Thine.
Whatever comes, that cannot harm
Thy soldiers girt with God's embrace
And holden safely by Thine arm.
For Thee fresh laurels would we twine,
The honour and the victory Thine.
Stronger than the most ancient creeds
Thy charters by which men grow great,
Our empire's only title-deeds,
The buttress both of Church and State.
Our Father and our King, our All,
Upon Thy mercies here we fall.
Thy charters by which men grow great,
Our empire's only title-deeds,
The buttress both of Church and State.
Our Father and our King, our All,
Upon Thy mercies here we fall.
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