God of Our Fathers, Known of Old
Author: Rudyard Kipling
Composer: Varies by tune (see below)
Languages (14)
This song text has been indexed at SingPraises.net in the following languages:
- Cantonese (Romanized/Pingyam): [Unknown title]
- Chinese (Traditional): [Unknown title]
- English: God of Our Fathers, Known of Old
- English Braille: ⠠⠛⠕⠙ ⠷ ⠠⠳⠗ ⠠⠋⠁⠮⠗⠎⠂ ⠠⠅⠝⠪⠝ ⠷ ⠠⠕⠇⠙
- Finnish: Jumala, Herra isien
- German: Herr, unser Gott
- Italian: Tu degli eserciti Signor
- Korean: 우리 조상의 하나님
- Mandarin (Romanized/Pinyin): [Unknown title]
- Portuguese: Deus de meus pais
- Spanish: Haznos pensar en Ti, Señor
- Spanish Braille: ⠠⠓⠁⠵⠝⠕⠎ ⠏⠢⠎⠁⠗ ⠢ ⠞⠊⠂ ⠠⠎⠑ ⠕⠗
- Swedish: Du som är våra fäders Gud
- Tongan: Otua emau ngaahi Tamai
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Most common tunes for “God of Our Fathers, Known of Old”
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Appearances of “God of Our Fathers, Known of Old” over time
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Copyright status of original text
This text was first published in English, in 1909 or earlier.
Public domain
Earliest source indexed at SingPraises.net: Deseret Sunday School Songs (1909), 283.
Representative lyrics
English (Original Language)
1. God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle line, Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine: Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
2. The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart. Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
3. Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire. Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
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