![]() Where their priceless blood reddens the grass, the ground, Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in, We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love,Īnd Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore besetĪnd seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! Protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, Imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it Sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, The wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, Help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended Help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief Help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire Help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, Help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battleīe Thou near them! With them – in spirit – we also go forthįrom the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. ![]() General Staff Headquarters, Tel Aviv, Israel
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