O Lord !  Is Thy path in the Water, 
The marvellous ways of the Deep ? 
Not there, O not there !  Wilt Thou slaughter 
Oblivion’s sons in their sleep ? 
Hath the deep disobeyed Thee or risen 
In wrath and revolt to Thy sky, 
Broken loose from the bands of her prison ? 
Held counsel against the Most High ? 
Yea, even as I ! 
 
But I, O Most Mighty, invoke Thee, 
Whose footsteps are in the Unknown. 
My cries were the cries that awoke Thee, 
Upstarting in arms from Thy Throne ! 
I call Thee, I pray Thee, I chide Thee, 
Whose glory my foes have abhorred. 
My spirit is fixed, may abide Thee, 
Awake the Invisible Sword. 
For Thou art the Lord ! 
 
Look down upon earth and behold us 
Few folk who have sworn to be free. 
Past days, when the traitors had sold us, 
We trample ;  we call upon Thee ! 
Look Thou on the armed ones, the furious, 
The Saxons !  they brandish the steel ; 
Heaven rings with their insults injurious ;
 
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