Great of heart, they know no turning,
Honor, gold, they laugh to scorn,
Quench desires within them burning, By no earthly passion torn
Mid the lions' roaring Songs of praise outpouring,
Joyously they take their stand On th' arena's bloody sand.
would to God that I might even As the martyred saint of old
With the helping hand of Heaven, Steadfast stand in battle bold!
O my God, I pray Thee, In the combat stay me.
Grant that I may ever be Loyal, staunch, and true to Thee.
'Rise Again, Ye Lion-Hearted'
Tr., Martin Franzmann 1940