Classic Poem

1. God, to thee we humbly bow, With hand unarmed and naked brow;
2. Of ourselves we nothing know; Thou, and, thou alone, canst show,
Musket, lance, and sheathèd sword At thy feet we lay, O Lord!
By the favor of thy hand, Who has drawn the guilty brand.
Gone is all the soldier's boast In the valor of the host;
If our foemen have the right, Show thy judgment in our sight
Kneeling here, we do our most, Kneeling here, we do our most.
Through the fortunes of the fight! Through the fortunes of the fight!

3. God of mercy, some must fall
In thy holy cause. Not all
Hope to sing the victor's lay,
When the sword is laid away.
Brief will be the prayers then said;
Falling at thy altar dead,
Take the sacrifice instead!
Take the sacrifice instead!

4. Now, O God, once more we rise,
Marching on beneath thy eyes;
And we draw the sacred sword
In thy name and at thy word.
May our spirits clearly see
Thee, through all that is to be,
In defeat or victory!
In defeat or victory!