In helmet and whole armour,

With halberds in their hand,

But, being sure of Zion,

And all her mysteries,

They rest awhile in Zion,

Sit down and smile in Zion;

Ay, even jest in Zion;

In Zion, at their ease.

The Gatekeepers of Baal,

They dare not sit or lean,

But fume and fret and posture

And foam and curse between;

For being bound to Baal,

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Whose sacrifice is vain.

Their rest is scant with Baal,

They glare and pant for Baal,

They mouth and rant for Baal,

For Baal in their pain!

But we will go to Zion,

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