| Forward went they, with weapons drawn
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| Swiftly under linden-shields
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| Fervent were the fierce to battle
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| When for their blessed one did serve
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| Strong were they with hostile craft
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| Men hell-prone, with wounding rage
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| With steadfast faith and soulful mind
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| Drove through the heathens striking blows
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| Then a voice from high was heard
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| Wondrously under the skies
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| The sound of a prophetic word
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| Emboldens they in evil bonds
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| That then shall come among the hordes
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| Hand-warfare, through spear grips might
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| Send forth his spirit and so come hither
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| To pave their way in deeds of spite
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| Strong were they with hostile craft
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| Men hell-prone, with wounding rage
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| With steadfast faith and soulful mind
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| Drove through the heathens striking blows
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| Then a voice from high was heard
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| Wondrously under the skies
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| The sound of a prophetic word
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| Emboldens they in evil bonds
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| «Guardian of the world
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| Keep my mind firmly fixed
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| Father of all
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| Bright giver of life
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| I pray that thou appoint me not
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| Amongst these guilty ones
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| And spare my soul
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| As shall I do thy will» |