Victory

Poem By Lazare Sebastien Eustache

The prize of the winner in battles,
The positive result of the war,
It proves that this side of the engagement,
Got, what he was striving for. It says the opposer was routed,
The enemy lost the day,
Those who resisted have surrendered,
The champions we are, in the fray. Most cherished, wish, of mankind,
By the will of the Lord to gain,
For unto Him belongeth power,
With His chosen, victory will remain. Thine O Lord! is the Greatness and power,
The glory and the Victory,
Thou are the exalted ruler of all,
Praised be thy Majesty. Grant this, thy will and power,
To them that bear thy name,
Thou art the king of Glory,
And forever art the same.

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