For, called, our navies melt away
On dune and headland sinks the fire
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre.
Judge of the nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget.
If drunk with sight of power we loose
Wild tongues that hold not Thee in awe.
Such boastings that the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the law.
Lord God of hosts, be with us yet.
Lest we forget, lest we forget
