Priests offer Sheba's incense and sweet cane,
Responding, each to each, " Jehovah lives! "
His car through death the maddened warrior drives,
Raising the cry, " Jehovah lives! " again;
The watchmen at the gate their guard maintain,
" Jehovah lives! " the countersign each gives.
" Jehovah lives! " the monarch cries, and strives
With such a spell his sceptre to sustain!
Yet altar priests a hireling service give,
And crimsoned warriors fight for fame and gold,
The guards with tales of peace their lords deceive,
Whose tyrant hands a blood-stained sceptre hold.
Why with such lies the Lord of Nations grieve?
In your false hearts Jehovah does not live!