As sure as God's in His Heaven,
As sure as He stands for Right,
As sure as the hun this wrong hath done,
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We thank Thee, Lord,
For mercies manifold in these dark days;-
For Heart of Grace that would not suffer wrong;
For all the stirrings in the dead dry bones;
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We thank Thee, Lord,
For all Thy Golden Silences,-
For every Sabbath from the world's turmoil;
For every respite from the stress of life;-
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(TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN)
Hello! Hello!
Are you there? Are you there?
Ah! That you? Well,-
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Britain! Our Britain! uprisen in the splendour
Of your white wrath at treacheries so vile;
Roused from your sleep, become once more defender
Of those high things which make life worth life's while!
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Lord, when Thou seest that my work is done,
Let me not linger on,
With failing powers,
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Is the pathway dark and dreary?
God's in His heaven!
Are you broken, heart-sick, weary?
God's in His heaven!
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Curly head, and laughing eyes,-
Mischief that all blame defies.
Cricket,- footer,- Eton-jacket,-
Everlasting din and racket.
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Soul, dost thou fear
For to-day or to-morrow?
'Tis the part of a fool
To go seeking sorrow.
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