For God,
my life,
my all,
I give.
And many men of many nights have tested them their worth,
To arms,
to arms,
the trumpet rang,
the loudly rocking voice.
For me,
his soul was blind.
On then to Palestine,
on then to Palestine,
To where his feet have flown,
Amen.
A yellow flower rises to the sun,
A crash,
a shout,
the battle has begun,
The whirlwind rush of most mortals' stout steel,
Steel,
battle,
steel,
the battle's yet begun,
The shoulders of the cross,
by a trumpet he's received,
The host and its waver,
then the ravers weep,
All
his children they worship in peaceful humility,
But
vengeance does not bar a triumph,
Let us all unfold and forgive,
And teach them the lesson of heaven,
For God, my life, my all, I give.
