Through all these years Thy ruling hand was shown—
In war’s dread flame Thy mighty hand was shown!
Our torn and bleeding Land
Felt Thy protecting arm around her thrown.
Yet our proud heart
Was still uplifted, full of vaunting boasts—
Claiming the victory with our selfish boasts,
Till vengeance’ sudden dart
Struck down the mightiest from our chosen hosts.
And then we saw—