DEEP UNTO DEEP WAS CALLING

They rode through the bannered city -

The King and the Commoner,

And the hopes of the world were with them,

And the heart of the world was astir.

For the moss-grown walls seemed falling

That have shut away men from Kings;

And Deep unto Deep was calling

For the coming of greater things.

They rode to an age-old Palace

Where the feet of the Mighty go -

( A Palace that stands unshaken

Despite the boast of the foe! )

And the King from Kings descending -

And the Man of the People's choice

In a Super-Man seemed blending,

And they spoke as with one voice.

And one voice now and for ever

Will speak from sea to sea,

Wherever the British Banner

And the Starry Flag float free.

For our fettering chains are sundered

By the evil that turned to good,

And Deep unto Deep has thundered

Its message of Brotherhood.

It was not a pageant of Victors -

Or a triumph hour of man,

That ride through the bannered City,

It was part of a Mighty Plan;

And the sound of old barriers falling

Rose there where those Rulers trod,

For Deep unto Deep was calling

In the resonant Voice of God.