A jest and byword are they grown; Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer! Fight for us once again! So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise A mighty chorus to Thy praise, World without end. Amen. GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS. Körner's Battle Hymn FATHER, ATHER, to Thee I cry! The roaring cannon's vapor shrouds me round, Father, be Thou my guide! In victory's triumph, or in death laid low, Even as Thou wilt, so let it be! Thy holy presence, Lord, In the dread thunder of the clashing steel, As in the rustling autumn leaves, I feel; Fountain of mercies, I acknowledge Thee! O Father, bless Thou me! Thy blessing on me rest! Into Thy hands, O Father, I resign The life Thou gavest, and canst take, but mine In life or death Thy blessing be! Glory and praise to Thee! KARL THEODOR KÖRNER. Recessional OD of our fathers, known of old GOD Lord of our far-flung battle line, The tumult and the shouting dies, Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Far-call'd our navies melt away · Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! If drunk with sight of pow'r we loose Or lesser breeds without the law, For heathen heart that puts her trust And guarding calls not Thee to guard, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord! Amen. RUDYARD KIPLING. |