The earth is full of anger, |
The seas are dark with wrath, |
The Nations in their harness |
Go up against our path: |
Ere yet we loose the legions - |
Ere yet we draw the blade, |
Jehovah of the Thunders, |
Lord God of Battles, aid! |
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High lust and froward bearing, |
Proud heart, rebellious brow - |
Deaf ear and soul uncaring, |
We seek Thy mercy now! |
The sinner that forswore Thee, |
The fool that passed Thee by, |
Our times are known before Thee - |
Lord, grant us strength to die! |
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For those who kneel beside us |
At altars not Thine own, |
Who lack the lights that guide us, |
Lord, let their faith atone! |
If wrong we did to call them, |
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Let not Thy Wrath befall them, |
But deal to us the blame. |
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From panic, pride, and terror, |
Revenge that knows no rein - |
Light haste and lawless error, |
Protect us yet again. |
Cloke Thou our undeserving, |
Make firm the shuddering breath, |
In silence and unswerving |
To taste Thy lesser death. |
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Ah, Mary pierced with sorrow, |
Remember, reach and save |
The soul that comes to-morrow |
Before the God that gave! |
Since each was born of woman, |
For each at utter need - |
True comrade and true foeman - |
Madonna, intercede! |
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E’en now their vanguard gathers, |
E’en now we face the fray - |
As Thou didst help our fathers, |
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In life, in death made clear - |
Jehovah of the Thunders, |
Lord God of Battles, hear! |