England, could this awful hour,
Dawning on thy long renown,
Mark the purpose of thy power,
Crown thee with that mightier crown!
Broadening to that purpose climb
All the blood-red wars of Time....
Set the struggling peoples free,
Crown with Law their Liberty!
England, hear,
Both for foe and friend, our prayer!
Speed, O speed what every age
Writes with a prophetic hand.
Read the midnight’s moving page,
Read the stars and understand:
Out of Chaos ye shall draw
Deepening harmonies of Law,
Till around the Eternal Sun
All your peoples move in one.
Christ-God, hear,
Both for foe and friend, our prayer.
The Gresham Press
UNWIN BROTHERS, LIMITED
WOKING AND LONDON