All Things come to Thee, O God!
Thine own, to Thee Remain.
Through deolate the way we trod,
We saw Thee in our pain.
The beauty and the might of truth,
The starlight way of right
Were fast before our age and youth,
Their vision and their light.
The deaths we died, the blood we bled,
Was in the faith we hold.
We mourn not those whose souls have fled
Into that gloried fold.
Their sanctus rings eternally,
Their is a deathless fame.
They died that this, Thine earth, might be
An American Religious Heritage
Still worthy of Thine name.
From A Nation Under God by Ken Clifton
Stars and Stripes (Paris, France)– 1918-1919 January
3, 1919, Vol. 1 No. 48 page 4
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