A majestic strain pervades the hymn. Its deep solemnity reminds one of some of the language of the Old Testament prophet. One thrills when he hears the lines:
“God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine:
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!
“The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,