A battle-field is life,
Where sorrow comes and strife
Our strength to try;
Each morning dawns with fear,
Each evening brings the tear,
And death is nigh.
Yet firmly will I face,
Life's sorrow and disgrace,
Nor dread their power;
By faith sustained, I'll meet
The enemy's deceit
To my last hour.
For he who rules on high,
Comes from the cloven sky,
And robed in cloud,
Maintains for me the fight
Against the foes of light,
The fierce, the proud.
The arrow and the bow
Of evil will he throw
To endless fire;
So, fearless will I stand,
And conquer by his hand
Each false desire.
Alain de L'Isle (1128 - 1203) France
Translated by Daniel Joseph Donahoe
Source: Early Christian hymns, Series II : translations of the verses of the early and middle ages
by Daniel Joseph Donahoe, 1911
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