Ah, God! ’mid the groans and the crying—
A sudden gleam on our vision broke;
Afar through the rolling battle smoke,
And the Red Cross flag was flying.
O’er the house of mercy with plain, white walls,
Where they carried the wounded and dying,
Unharmed by our cannon, unfearing our balls;
O’er that house of mercy with plain, white walls,
The Red Cross flag was flying.
As the sign of the Son of Man in the heaven