The Great War

from Lest We Forget, an electronic edition


O'er oceans, lands, bend down, O God to-day,

And as we ask,

Shield with Thy wings the many, far away;

Soothe those who watch and wait and do each task

With brave hands working, while their brave lips pray.

'Tis but a little world, O God, to Thee,

Who rulest all!

'Tis such a little way earth-sight may see

The dusk-times fall.

Across each hour, perchance -- we dare not face

Such shades alone -- unstrengthened! Send us Grace.