General (Vol. 1)

Retrenchment

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. 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.