Congregation—And he hath spread thy glory through the East.
Father Benedict—Let not the flags be draped that fluttered high
Above the strongholds of the Infidel.
Congregation—Let not the flags be draped that fluttered high
Above the strongholds of the Infidel.
Father Benedict—Let not the scorners from the mountain tops
Look down and see the dark procession go;
But lift him up and lift up trembling, Lord.
Congregation—Let not the scorners from the mountain tops
Look down and see the dark procession go;
But lift him up and lift up trembling, Lord.
Father Benedict—Keep death off, Lord, until the gates of death
Receive the accursed hand that laid him low.
Congregation—Keep death off, Lord, until the gates of death
Receive the accursed hand that laid him low.
Father Benedict—Let not thine enemies triumph over thee.
Thunder it, brethren, so that God may hear.
Congregation—Let not thine enemies triumph over thee.
Father Benedict—The mountains are afraid of thee, O Lord.
Shake their wild tops and shake the heathen down.