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war-song of the magyars.
With the weapons of thine anger,
And the armour of thy might!
And the armour of thy might!
Once more be thy victorious strength
On mortal hearts outpoured;
Take Thou the blood-guilt from our strife,
And sanctify the sword
That strikes for Freedom! For the right,
Make bare thine arm, O Lord!
On mortal hearts outpoured;
Take Thou the blood-guilt from our strife,
And sanctify the sword
That strikes for Freedom! For the right,
Make bare thine arm, O Lord!
Bless Thou our banners, till their folds
On Freedom's ramparts wave,
And shade the patriot's holy rest;
O, strengthen, guide, and save
Our PROPHET-HERO to the end,—
God of the struggling brave!
On Freedom's ramparts wave,
And shade the patriot's holy rest;
O, strengthen, guide, and save
Our PROPHET-HERO to the end,—
God of the struggling brave!
