Me Thinks

From Rudyard Kipling

God of our father, known of old,

Lord of our far-flung battleline,

Beneath whose awful Hand we hold

Dominion over palm and pine--

Lord 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,

An 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!

Oh Lord, help us as a nation and as a people to not forget what thou hast done for us.  We have been blessed at Thy hand, we have been guided and led and saved, and now in our prosperity, let us not turn our faces from Thee.