The Crusader’s Cry



This edifice for truth’s defense,

Let men with haste construct,

Build confidence in our good sense,

And those oppose destruct,


Though goal be mute, we must recruit,

An army to divide,

The wheat from tares, with damning glares,

And spurning what’s inside,


The truth! The truth! will be our cry,

As we march ‘gainst the foe,

In battle we will vicious be,

And sinners be brought low,


We’ll give it all, despite the cost,

To stand upon these stones,

Which separate us from the lost,

And rear our precious clones.


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