And while the battle rages o’er the plain,
Our prayers for you shall not ascend in vain;
Or, should you fall untimely in the strife,
Heaven will befriend your orphans and your wife!
Beloved, one dear embrace,
And then a long, perhaps a last, farewell,
Should Heaven so will, my heart shall not rebel,
But still, this day with pride I shall retrace;
My country born to freedom and to joy;
Oh! bliss supreme,