<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">A Holy Week Song, 1918</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Now</span> when Christ died for man his sake</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">A myriad men must die;</p><p class="line">His Via Crucis they must take</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And share His Calvary.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%"><em>God keep ye, gallant gentlemen,</em></p><p class="line" style="text-indent:6%"><em>Let nothing you dismay,</em></p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%"><em>Who share Lord Jesus Christ His pain</em></p><p class="line" style="text-indent:6%"><em>Upon this Good Friday!</em></p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Now some shall turn and meet His gaze</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And say, "Remember me</p><p class="line">When Thou art come to Thine own place</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Where ransomed sinners be!"</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%"><em>God rest ye, gallant gentlemen,</em></p><p class="line" style="text-indent:6%"><em>For ye are bought with price,</em></p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%"><em>This day there wends a shining train</em></p><p class="line" style="text-indent:6%"><em>The way to Paradise.</em></p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The day our Lord Christ lay in grave</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The dead are piled so high</p><p class="line">The field slow-moving like a wave</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Sends up a mortal cry.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%"><em>God love ye, gallant gentlemen,</em></p><p class="line" style="text-indent:6%"><em>Let nothing you dismay,</em></p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%"><em>For life is born and Death is slain</em></p><p class="line" style="text-indent:6%"><em>Upon the Easter Day.</em></p></div></body></html> · Great War