Tonight, it is dark, for the moon does not shine
No light will be cast on this world 'till the day
I watch as they come to take what is mine
And carelessly toss it, mutely away
An altar, they'll make to their human god
A sacrifice, they'll burn for his cause
And comforted shall I be, "by my father's rod"
We are persecuted for obeying His holy laws
We shan't rise up to take back our things
Neither shall we run for our lives
This shan't be the end of our sufferings
Next, they'll come for our sons and our wives
To another altar, they shall tie down their forms
And with lifted head shall they cry
"It is the people that we plan to reform,
and for that, you wretches must die!"
Yet, Lord, I pray, you forgive these men
As you so often ask me to do
And set even a place in heaven for them,
That someday they might... find redemption in you