No Prussian’s courage can be tested more.
Should rock and oak be riven, to terror I’m not driven;
Be storm and din, let flashes gleam so free—
I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be!
Where love and faith so round the monarch cluster,
Where Prince and People so clasp firm their hands,
’Tis there alone true happiness can muster,
Thus showing clear how firm the nation’s bands.
Again confirm the fealty! the honest noble lealty!
Be strong the bond, strike hands, dear hearts, with me,