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ELEVENTH SONG
THE KING’S PRAYER
Now is at hand the great hour, the hour long-wished for,
Now shall the hammer
Clash with the cross, the faith with brute force and defi-
ance,
The offering with covetous might.
Rage shall the battle
Perchance for a thousand years or more the land over,
The slain shall rise up again,
Quickly transforming each loss to a tenfold gain.
But the foe likewise —
They too are many —
Shall also be born anew.
Lord, Thou canst see how I seek in Thy footsteps to
follow.
Willed have I naught for myself, Thy throne I am build-
ing
Up from the stones that fell piece by piece from my own.
Thou seest, Lord,
How poor is the stuff I must use;
Sinful myself,
Half-tamed many who follow... .
Weak such foundation;
But with our blood
Shall we cement it on the field to-morrow ; —
Do not reject it,
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