COOK
‘Well done!’ The cry goes ringing round the world,O’er land and sea, wherever pulse throbs fastAt tales of courage, for relief at lastIs theirs and ours: so dawn’s bright flag unfurledHath challenge to the powers of darkness hurled,And made one glory of the empyrean vast;And when this day to history’s tome is passedIts name shall stand on golden page impearled.O God! our Help, our Hope, our Refuge strongIn days of trouble, still be Thou our Guide;So shall we pass the coming days alongIn certain trust whatever may betide,And on Thine Empire shine the glorious sunTill at last Thou say to her ‘Well done!’Hilda Mary Agnes Cook.
‘Well done!’ The cry goes ringing round the world,O’er land and sea, wherever pulse throbs fastAt tales of courage, for relief at lastIs theirs and ours: so dawn’s bright flag unfurledHath challenge to the powers of darkness hurled,And made one glory of the empyrean vast;And when this day to history’s tome is passedIts name shall stand on golden page impearled.O God! our Help, our Hope, our Refuge strongIn days of trouble, still be Thou our Guide;So shall we pass the coming days alongIn certain trust whatever may betide,And on Thine Empire shine the glorious sunTill at last Thou say to her ‘Well done!’Hilda Mary Agnes Cook.
‘Well done!’ The cry goes ringing round the world,O’er land and sea, wherever pulse throbs fastAt tales of courage, for relief at lastIs theirs and ours: so dawn’s bright flag unfurledHath challenge to the powers of darkness hurled,And made one glory of the empyrean vast;And when this day to history’s tome is passedIts name shall stand on golden page impearled.
O God! our Help, our Hope, our Refuge strongIn days of trouble, still be Thou our Guide;So shall we pass the coming days alongIn certain trust whatever may betide,And on Thine Empire shine the glorious sunTill at last Thou say to her ‘Well done!’
Hilda Mary Agnes Cook.