126 LIFE AND WORK OF DR. A. A. MURPHREE







 RECESSIONAL

 God of our fathers, known of old-
 Lord of our far-flung battle line-
 Beneath whose awful hand we hold
 Dominion over palm and pine-
 Lord God of Hosts, with u yet,
 Lest we forget-let 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,
 Least 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 lose
 Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe-
 Such boasting as the Getiles use,
 Or less breeds without the Law-
 Iord God of Hosts, he with us yet,
 Lest we forget-lest we forget!
 For heathen heart that puts her trust
 In reeking tube and iron shbard--
 All valiant dust that builds on dust,
 And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
 For frantic bout and foolish word,
 Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord! Amen!