God of our fathers, known of old
Lord of our far-flung battle line
Beneath whose awesome hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet
Lest we forget. Lest we forget
The tumult and the shouting dies
The captains and the kings depart
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice
A humble and a contrite heart
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet
Lest we forget. Lest we forget
Far-called our navies melt away
On dune and headland sinks the fire
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet
Lest we forget. Lest we forget
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe
Such boastings as the gentiles use
Or lesser breeds without the Law
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet
Lest we forget. Lest we forget
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard
All valiant dust that builds on dust
And guarding calls not Thee to guard
For frantic boast and foolish word
Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord!