An English Hymn from G K Chesterton
A great writer whose work I chanced to remember this morning. The first verse from Hymn, which I find very relevant to this day and age:
O God of earth and altar bow down and hear our cry
Our earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die
The walls of gold entomb us, the swords of scorn divide
Take not thy thunder from us but take away our pride