Saturday, 10 October 2015

God of Our Fathers: A Martial Hymn

Dear Reader,

        You may not know that quite a while ago on this blog, I posted the lines of a poem by the English author Rudyard Kipling, entitled 'God of Our Fathers'.  I have since composed music to sing the poem to, in the manner of a hymn, and share it with you now.  Below is the recording and the lyrics.

Words by Rudyard Kipling, 1897
Music by William A Moore, 2014

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, 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,
A 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!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Tongues that have not Thee in awe--
Such boasting as the Gentiles use
Or other men 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--
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!

Sung and Posted by William A Moore


  1. Bravo, William! I especially appreciated the harmonies you created near the ends of the second and third lines. And your handling of the repeated final line made resolving sense and felt satisfying not only to the ear but brought home to the mind and heart the important message of that concluding line. Fine work!

    1. Thanks Mr. Bond! I appreciate your comments!

  2. Nice! I wrote God of Her Fathers with this hymn in mind. :)


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