1 Weep for the dead. Let tears and silence tell
f blood and battle, horror and renown.
The years diminish, but do not dispel
the pain of lives destroyed, and life laid down.
2 Silent the dead. Remembering, we stand
silent as they, for words cannot esteem
causes of war, the love of native land,
all that they were, and all they might have been.
3 Raising our flag, we stand with muffled drum,
judged by the colours of God's love and loss,
recalling, as we pray, "Your Kingdom come,"
a purple robe, and blood upon a cross.
4 Summoned by love that leaves no room for pride,
we pray that every continent and isle,
wounded by war, war's hate may lay aside,
and find a way to heal and reconcile.
5 Weep for the dead, from all the ills of earth.
Stand by the cross that bids all hatred cease.
March to the drums of dignity and worth.
Salute the King of Love, the Prince of Peace.
|First Line:||Weep for the dead. Let tears and silence tell|
|Title:||Weep for the Dead|
|Author:||Brian Wren (1987, rev.)|
|Meter:||10 10 10 10|
|Topic:||The Church at Worship: Special Days, Seasons, Occasions: Remembrance; Nation; Remembrance Day|
|Copyright:||© 1989 Hope Publishing Company|