Under the banners
Of fearsome Sabaoth
Full of truth
In God’s words
The priest —
Without an iron sword,
But a spiritual sword
In his mouth.

On the battlefield
He will do little —
He will not hit the target,
Will not down a plane.
But in the rear he will endow
The army with love,
Will whiten wrath upon the aggressor,
Will pour grace onto the conscience.

So they would love the country,
Hate evil,
Defend their own,
Not surrender what is theirs.