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The Covenanter's Battle Chant.

To battle! to battle!
To slaughter and strife!
For a sad, broken Covenant
We barter poor life.
The great God of Judah
Shall smite with our hand,
And break down the idols
That cumber the land.

Uplift every voice
In prayer, and in song;
Remember! the battle
Is not to the strong:—
Lo, the Ammonites thicken!
And onward they come,
To the vain noise of trumpet,
Of cymbal and drum.

They haste to the onslaught,
With hagbut and spear;