O God of earth and altar
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O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride. From all that terror teaches, From lies of tongue and pen, From all the easy speeches That comfort cruel men, From sale and profanation Of honour and the sword, From sleep and from damnation, Deliver us, good Lord! Tie in a living tether The prince and priest and thrall, Bind all our lives together, Smite us and save us all; In ire and exultation Aflame with faith and free, Lift up a living nation, A single sword to thee. |
Cum terra Deus arae, adsis precantibus: reges timent regnare, marcetque populus; thesauris coercemur, fastu dissedimus: tuus, ne gloriemur, maneto tonitrus. A minis aque pravis sermone et calamo et si sonat qua suavis saevis oratio, a vendito honore et emptis ensibus solvamur et sopore et tartaro, Deus. Ducem cum plebe iunctos et flaminem liges consociansque cunctos caedendo sospites; ira fideque ardentem, ovantem, liberam nos unam tolle gentem ut aciem tuam. |