353 WYVILL L. M. 61.

Z. Wyvill (1762-1837)

A-men.

2 The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget!

3 Far-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!

4 If drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boasting as the Gentiles use

Or lesser breeds without the lawLord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget!

5 For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord!

Rudyard Kipling, 1897

2 "I the Lord, am with thee,
Be thou not afraid!

I will keep and strengthen,
Be thou not dismayed!
Yea, I will uphold thee
With my own right hand;
Thou art called and chosen
In My sight to stand."-Ref.

8 For the year before us,

Oh, what rich supplies!
For the poor and needy
Living streams shall rise;

For the sad and sinful

Shall His grace abound;
For the faint and feeble
Perfect strength be found.-Ref.

4 He will never fail us,
He will not forsake;
His eternal covenant

He will never break!
Resting on His promise,

What have we to fear?
God is all-sufficient

For the coming year.-Ref.