O Valiant Hearts

O val­iant hearts who to your glo­ry came

Through dust of con­flict and through bat­tle flame;

Tranquil you lie

your knight­ly vir­tue proved

Your me­mo­ry hal­lowed in the land you loved.

Proudly you ga­thered

rank on rank

to war

As who had heard God’s mes­sage from afar;

All you had hoped for

all you had

you gave

To save man­kind—your­selves you scorned to save.

Splendid you passed

the great sur­ren­der made;

Into the light that nev­er­more shall fade;

Deep your con­tent­ment in that blest ab­ode

Who wait the last clear trum­pet call of God.

Long years ago

as earth lay dark and still

Rose a loud cry upon a lone­ly hill

While in the frail­ty of our hu­man clay

Christ

our Re­deem­er

passed the self same way.

Still stands His cross from that dread hour to this

Like some bright star above the dark ab­yss;

Still

through the veil

the Vic­tor’s pi­ty­ing eyes

Look down to bless our les­ser Cal­va­ries.

These were His serv­ants

in His steps they trod

Following through death the mar­tyred Son of God:

Victor

He rose; vic­tor­ious too shall rise

They who have drunk His cup of sac­ri­fice.

O ris­en Lord

O Shep­herd of our dead

Whose cross has bought them and whose staff has led

In glo­ri­ous hope their proud and sor­row­ing land

Commits her child­ren to Thy gra­cious hand.