Tune: Thaxted (Holst)
(\'I vow to thee, my country\')
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An autumnal remembrance, we once again do sense
Recalling those partaking, each sacrificial thing
Come Lord, our memories heal, where we torment still feel
The pain of wars and conflict, where they hinder, restrict
Memories too we recall, those who gave some or all
Their love, their duty faithful, they did obey their call
For peace we pray, beseeching, you Lord of peace, our King
Who too your life did give free, suffered redemptively
Bring comfort and forgiveness, look on us and us bless
Turn hearts to you repentant, and faith in you, you [were] sent
From the Father in your love, and Spirit, holy dove
Spread wings of mercy and grace o\'er all the human race
Man\'s fightings, wars, man \'gainst man, who seeking, supposed can
Gain earthly kingdom, though be in total vanity
For nothing can we retain, all shall be loss and feign
Lord help us your kingdom seek, revealed to humble, meek
But not all men we condemn, for flow of evil\'s stem
Caused many necessary that they should engage combat
Help us Lord, take up spiritual weapons and on you call
To fight not with flesh and blood, but rather that we should
Partake spiritual warfare, do our part, take our share
Not go in our strength alone, God\'s power be it known
As we put on whole armour of God, to action stir
So His kingdom shall increase and endless never cease