The Final Foe
Do you hear a distant
trumpet
Can you hear a clarion
call
Or stand you idly
dreaming,
And hear no tone at
all
Do you feel the earth
a'tremble
As your enemies
assemble
With war horse hooves
abounding
And with challenge fierce
resounding
Do you see the sunrise
gleaming
On their spears and banners
streaming
Can you hear the crashing
rattle
Of the war drums call to
battle
Or do you sleep, my
friend,
And droop your head
withal
For while we slept upon our
grave
And to the foeman 'vantage
gave
We sowed therein which we must
reap,
The harvest of our slothful
sleep
By traitors led, by traitors
sold
For bloodstained chests of traitor's
gold
Australians rise or rise no
more
For death is nigh the fatal
shore
Honour now your fathers'
blood
For freedom shed in crimson
flood
Yet honour Him above all
things
The Lord of Lords and King of
Kings
For if we do He will
abide
And He will stand and turn the
tide
Do you hear a distant
trumpet
Can you hear a clarion
call
Or stand you idly
dreaming
And hear no tone at
all?
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"Those people who will not be governed
by God will
be ruled by tyrants." William
Penn
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