Where the Sword?—all is blacker than night.
Is it finish’d, that loudly ye cry?
Doth he sheathe the great Sword while we die?
O bury us deep, most deep;
Write o’er us, wherever we sleep,
“In the name of the Lord!”
KAISER
While I uplift the Sword,
Thus in the name of the Lord,
Why, with mine eyes full of tears,