The supreme sacrifice and other poems in time of war (1919) (14782939675)

The Scout by Louis Raemaekers
Identifier: supremesacrifice00arkw (find matches)
Title: The supreme sacrifice and other poems in time of war
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Arkwright, John Stanhope, 1872-
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: London : Skeffington and son, ltd.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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stewards of Thy gift,Above the battle-field to lift The Cross that draws Mankind to Thee ;And bid us hear, beyond the strife,The pleading of the Prince of Life : 46 If, England, thou wilt only know The things that to thy peace belong,Then shall the Lord, in battle strong,All ways about thy ramparts go ;Beneath His wings thy living keep,While in His care thy dead shall sleep. ** Without His grace thy toil is vain ;Thine house is built upon the sand ;The might of His maintaining handAlone can make thy greatness gain ;Be strong for Him, to do His will.So shall He guide and guard thee still. Lift up your heads, Eternal Gates, Ye deathless doors of prayer and praise ;His love is over all our ways, His mercy wearies not nor waits ; Through length of endless years the sameFor those whose help is in His Name. 47 THE SCOUT THE day is ours—the clamorous bells ringout,The Old Land hears, in city, hill anddale ;Sleep soft on Earths kind breast, my Little Scout,Twas you who blazed the trail. 48
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To face p. 4 LITANY AT CHRISTMAS-TIDE G OD the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost;Hear us from the Great WhiteThroneFor our Loved and Lost. God the Father, in Whose sight All our grief lies bare,In Thy mercy and Thy might Grant our humble prayer. God the Son, Who wast a Child Once in Bethlehem,Born of human Mother mild. Plead for us and them. 49 Son of Man, Whose mortal cry Rang on Calvarys hill,Help us in our agony Thee to follow still. God the Holy Ghost, be Thou Guest in every home.Comforter in darkness now, Light of things to come. God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost,Hear us from the Great White Throne For our Loved and Lost. 50 IN JUDAH^S FIELDS LONG years ago, as men their flocks were tending,In Judahs fields beneath the starry height,-^Came a great shout of angel hosts descending.And a great song of glory in the night. Still through the night the angel hosts are crying ; Now, as of old, the heralds trump is blown ;While, through the shadows of the old year dyin