@Kavik
May you find Christ seated at the right hand of the Father and in peace come home to eternal salvation.
From a bard.
Accusation
Before this cause did once besought my youth,
Undoubted measure in measure full conceived.
Betided truth of nothing left for gain or hope,
Complete the fall that fall did make to press.
Refrain
Rise up my chosen child of hope rise up
Rise up, and in thy supplication flee to Christ.
If now to rise on wings of faith in Him.
In hope to fly on eagle’s wings.
Lament
Hail grief bespoken pressed and sorrow known.
In fixtures made of certain hope and purpose.
In shadows long and darkness passed away.
The mountains of thy hidden cart and all thy bed.
Thy valleys formed, thy seams thy sockets made.
Thy gaze that once did worship cause to draw.
In all thy labours pressed and tore His service due.
Retort
Hail Christ and all His works have crushed thy head.
Laid bear now you dread fame, laid bear your fables.
Cast down capricious naive your crown of shame.
Your kingdom set by fire within, consumed and lost.
This gain in Christ is full and all complete in Him.
Victory
Thy loss is gain beneath His feet, and gain for Christ.
Thy works undone, His light made light of life.
His light shines on and Truth is ample made.
The fruit of faith, eternal hope and hopes new song.
Jubilation
Rise up my chosen child of hope rise up.
Rise up and in thy supplication flee to Christ.
At last to fly and rise on wings of faith in Him.
By faith to fly on eagle’s wings.
Rhomphaeam