It was ANZAC Day yesterday, so I was in London for the service at Westminster Abbey, being the good Kiwi I am. One of the hymns was I Vow To Thee My Country, which I have had theological objections to for some time, mostly on account of its making the vow to an earthly kingdom rather than the heavenly one. So I sang it with my fingers crossed, but since then have come up with an edited version I can sing with my full heart and gusto besides. If only I can avoid breaking up on the high notes.
You can find the regular lyrics here, but below is the coruscantbookshelf patented version: slightly less patriotic, slightly more Christian, hopefully seamless.
I vow to thee, my country, all other vows above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
I know thou art my country, my land since long ago,
Most dear to us that love thee, most great to us that know;
We may not count thy armies, we may not see thy King;
Thy temple is a faithful heart, thy glory suffering;
And soul by soul and silently thy shining bounds increase,
And thy ways are ways of gentleness, and all thy paths are peace.
Anyway. That’s me on a combination of Thornton’s chocolates (second-best in the world), Force euphoria, and the after-effects of a massive ethical debate between two of my favorite characters to work with.