General (Vol. 1)
Retrenchment
- Our faithful banners gather dust,
Marching no longer gives us cheer;
And when we creep to show our trust
Our feebleness evokes a sneer;
Our churches, prey to mould and rust,
Are destined for the auctioneer:
Then let us not grieve for such loss
But for our Saviour on the Cross.
- No longer born of poverty,
Our hope of heaven is imprecise,
No contrast with the cruelty
And grind of daily sacrifice,
A promise of banality,
Of everlastingly being nice:
Then let us not abandon prayer
But gather as if He were here.
- Our former sense of charity
Has been diluted by routine;
Unsettled by disparity
And yet uncomfortably mean
We shrink from solidarity
In case our neighbour is not clean:
Then let us part from the elite
And beg for mercy at His feet.
- What virtue we may yet possess
Seems pallid in the glare of greed;
And in the paradox of distress
We reach for what we do not need;
Consumed in crowded loneliness
We lose our appetite to lead:
Then let us not give up our part
But lose our passion in His heart.
- What love our love of power spares
May save us from our worst conceit,
For though our earthly power ensnares,
Heavenly freedom is complete,
So may we bravely march with prayers,
Standards of love, and not retreat:
Then let us not presume to stand
But kneel in prayer at his command.