The Great War

from Herb o' Grace, an electronic edition

A Holy Week Song, 1918

Now when Christ died for man his sake

A myriad men must die;

His Via Crucis they must take

And share His Calvary.

God keep ye, gallant gentlemen,

Let nothing you dismay,

Who share Lord Jesus Christ His pain

Upon this Good Friday!

Now some shall turn and meet His gaze

And say, "Remember me

When Thou art come to Thine own place

Where ransomed sinners be!"

God rest ye, gallant gentlemen,

For ye are bought with price,

This day there wends a shining train

The way to Paradise.

The day our Lord Christ lay in grave

The dead are piled so high

The field slow-moving like a wave

Sends up a mortal cry.

God love ye, gallant gentlemen,

Let nothing you dismay,

For life is born and Death is slain

Upon the Easter Day.