For all we have and are, 
For all our children's fate, 
Stand up and meet the war. 
The Hun is at the gate! 
Our world has passed away 
In wantonness o'erthrown. 
There is nothing left to-day 
But steel and fire and stone. 

Though all we knew depart, 
The old commandments stand: 
"In courage keep your heart, 
In strength lift up your hand." 

Once more we hear the word 
That sickened earth of old: 
"No law except the sword 
Unsheathed and uncontrolled," 
Once more it knits mankind, 
Once more the nations go 
To meet and break and bind 
A crazed and driven foe. 

Comfort, content, delight -- 
The ages' slow-bought gain -- 
They shrivelled in a night, 
Only ourselves remain 
To face the naked days 
In silent fortitude, 
Through perils and dismays 
Renewd and re-renewed. 

Though all we made depart, 
The old commandments stand: 
"In patience keep your heart, 
In strength lift up your hand." 

No easy hopes or lies 
Shall bring us to our goal, 
But iron sacrifice 
Of body, will, and soul. 
There is but one task for all -- 
For each one life to give. 
Who stands if freedom fall? 
Who dies if England live?