Religion
Hymn of the Puritans
Translated by Arthur Hubbell Palmer (1915) · From Poems and Songs (1870; Palmer 1915)
Arm me, Lord, my strength redouble,
Heaven open, heed my trouble!
God, if my cause Thine shall be,
Grant a day of victory!
Fell all Thy foes now!
Fell all Thy foes now!
Roll forth Thy thunders, Thy lightning affright them,
Into the pit, the bottomless, smite them,
Their seed uproot,
Tread under foot!
Send then Thy snowy white dove peace-bringing,
Unto Thy faithful Thy token winging,
Olive-branch fair of Thy summer's fruition
After the deluge of sin's punition!
Codex Note
From Maria Stuart
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MLA
Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne. “Hymn of the Puritans.” Translated by Arthur Hubbell Palmer. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bjornson/54/.
Chicago
Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne. “Hymn of the Puritans.” Translated by Arthur Hubbell Palmer. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bjornson/54/.
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