God of our spirits, Despot great,
Upholder of all things that are,
Who erst the atom did create,
As well as sun and moon and star.
Indifferent Thou canst not be
To griefs which cause the brain to reel;
Thou who hast made the eye must see,
Thou who hast made the heart must feel
The sorrows and the sighs of souls
Bereaved of brothers, husbands, sons,
For whom no bell funebral tolls
Amid the grime and growl of guns.
Thou wilt not scorn: this well we know,
For we have seen Thy heart laid bare,
When Golgotha was gloomed with woe,
And Christ for us was stricken there.
The groaning of the prisoner,
Who friendless would be friends with death;
The wounded mortals plaintive prayer
Poured forth upon his latest breath.
Ascend to heaven Thy dwelling-place,
For Thou art infinitely good,
Preserver of the human race
In Thy compassions multitude.
Though now upon the nations who
The name of Thy Beloved bear
Thy hand lies heavy, yet most true
Thou art in judging everywhere.
Lord God of Hosts, who hast control
Of armies numberless and strong,
Who mad
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