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ONE is now the boast of power,

Strength to strike our foes again,

God of battles in this hour

Give us strength to suffer pain.

Lest the spirit's chains be rent.

Lest the coward flesh go free

Unto thee our prayer is sent,

Miserere Domine.

Death unseen beneath our feet.

Death above us in the sky,

Now before Thy judgment-seat

Grant us honourably to die.

Lustful, sinful, careless all.

In the martyr's road are we.

Lest from that high path we fall.

Miserere Domine.