Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet I've called His name in blessing
The road of the battle languished,
The hate from the guns was still,
Now in war we are confronted with conditions which are strange.
If we accept them we will never win.
God of our Father, who by land and sea has ever
Led us on to victory, please continue your inspiring
From pride and foolish confidence,
From every waking creed,
From the dread fear of fearing,
Protect us, Lord, and lead.
I am that dreadful, blighting thing,
Like rat holes to the flood.
You can't remember, dearest
For your memory fades too fast,
I am no callow Christian,
No pus-paunched prelate, I,
I hope not for salvation,
Nor fear the day, I'll die