KING GEORGE II
O fateful day when God did shape a king!
Omniscient hand upon this mortal clay
Doth mold a man and fashion him for war.
O God, my heart is faithful to the call!
A Western star once hanging in the East
Now shines above a new and holy place,
That in the manger of this lowly throne
A brother savior born unto the world
To resurrect crusade against a foe
Who like our towers we will strike down low.
O day of fire, blood, and smoking earth!
What Hell is this which is so quickly forged?
What home does Satan build when by our blink
We for a moment turn to sacred duty?
O day of terror, day of wailing tears!
What follows will be blessings, boasts and cheers!
The fires will soon out, the blood be sopped
And cooling rain will soothe the scarring earth.
The twinkle of the sun in drops of rain
Will run from leaves and pool upon the ground
And birds will splash and sing familiar tunes;
And boys will laugh and skip in joyful leaps
And swing their arms and leap unto a sky
Whose bluest hues forget this day’s sad cries.
So blow the bugle call! Our mighty arms
Are fit for ocean swim and desert fight!
The cross of Christ will lead us into war;
Our wavy flag will sway o’er every dune
And those who drown our sorrow shrieks this day
With ululating tongues and deaf’ning tune
Will martyrs be, and hear from all us soon.
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