Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,

Lest we forget—lest we forget!

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If, drunk with sight of power, we loose

Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe—

Such boasting 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! Amen.

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L'ENVOI

When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried,

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