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Rh Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light, And walk together on the clouds of heaven! Prepare, prepare.

Soldiers, prepare! Our cause is Heaven's cause; Soldiers, prepare! Be worthy of our cause: Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky: Prepare, O troops that are to fall to-day! Prepare, prepare.

Alfred shall smile, and make his harp rejoice; The Norman William and the learned Clerk, And Lion-Heart, and black-brow'd Edward with His loyal queen shall rise, and welcome us! Prepare, prepare.