God of the nations, God of all who lie,
How many gave us all they had to give!
Now, in remembrance of our nation's dead,
In honesty and pride let prayers be said.
Some died sustained by promise of success,
Some in defeat's despair and bitterness;
Some died the victims of incompetence:
Through years of peril they were our defense.
'When you remember us,' we hear them cry,
'Take greater care how you let others die;
Whatever God you worship, or if none,
Pray that the nations learn to live as one.'
We lay our wreaths, perform the simple rite,
Anxious that we may see in clearer light,
As those for whom a nation's blood was shed,
How best to serve the living and the dead.
God of the nations, God of friend and foe,
Under whose judgment all must come and go,
In your compassion show us how to end
Fear of our foes and make of each a friend.