A hymn by Chesterton
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
From all that terror teaches, from the lies of tongue and pen,
From all the small speeches that comfort cruel men,
From sale and profanation of honour, and the sword,
From sleep, and from damnation, deliver us, good Lord!
Tie in a living tether, the prince and priest and thrall
Bind all our lives together, smite us and save us all!
In ire and exultation, aflame with faith, and free,
Lift up a living nation, a single sword to Thee
-- G. K. Chesterton, 1906
Or, if you find poetry a bit boring, try this instead- dltaylor81 will appreciate this, I think: