Arm me, Lord, my strength redouble, <br />Heaven open, heed my trouble! <br />God, if my cause Thine shall be, <br />Grant a day of victory! <br />Fell all Thy foes now! <br />Fell all Thy foes now! <br />Roll forth Thy thunders, Thy lightning affright them, <br />Into the pit, the bottomless, smite them, <br />Their seed uproot, <br />Tread under foot! <br />Send then Thy snowy white dove peace-bringing, <br />Unto Thy faithful Thy token winging, <br />Olive-branch fair of Thy summer's fruition <br />After the deluge of sin's punition!<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-of-the-puritans/
