Flow trickling to the verdant base—
Just like the tears of gratitude
That often steal adown the face.
Great King of peace, deign now to bless—
The windows of the sky unbar;
Shower down the rain of righteousness,
And wash away the stain of war;
Though we deserve the reeking rod,
Smile from thy throne of light on high—
That we may read the name of God,