I will not bend or bow or break,
The world is lost, and all's at stake.
The die is cast, decision made
Here on this mount I'll plant my flag.
One blessed rock, our refuge only
One narrow gate, our entrance lowly
One holy nation, growing slowly
One hateful world, disdaining coldly.
Please give me strength to follow through,
And ever, always, to be true.
Amen.
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