The real faith is lost and Evil Force Has desecrated all the holy things And amputated angels' feeble wings To ride itself along a bloody course When bigots roam and fences are open The night grows dark, but in the firmament There is a star that declares, 'dawn's advent Is not far', yet meanwhile what may happen? Who has the bridle? Who's there to tame The Evil unleashed? Weep not little mind! The eastern sky has cracked: to save mankind See, the Son of Man in glory and fame There appears with a great fan in his hand To winnow chaff away into the fire O faithful servants, kneel down and admire For he only can fulfill this errand! ***The End***