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battle! to battle! To slaughter and strife! For a sad, broken Covenant We barter poor life. The great God of Judah Shall smite with our hand, And break down the idols That cumber the land.

Uplift every voice In prayer, and in song; Remember! the battle Is not to the strong:— Lo, the Ammonites thicken! And onward they come, To the vain noise of trumpet, Of cymbal and drum.

They haste to the onslaught, With hagbut and spear;