Ye blissful Olympians, throned sublime,
In the hour of need, in the urgent time,
May the deep drawn sigh,
And the heart’s strong cry
Ascend not in vain to your seats sublime!
Chorus 1.
Heard ye the shields rattle, heard ye the spear?
In this dark day of dole,
With chaplet and stole[n8]
Let us march to the temples, and worship in fear!