Like men set fast in battle array,
Stand these before me in the fray,
Matthew holds by the old stone wall --
What rests in eternity does not fall.
Mark bends his knee and strings his bow,
Doubt not, he is greater than his foe
Nor doubt the strength in old Luke's arms
Suffices to guard his friends from harm.
For is not the weakest greater than he
Who denies his Lord for eternity?
Behold last, and greater than all the rest
Than man, ox, or beast of wilderness
The eagle of Patmous, the youngest of all
Yet surest and wisest of all the Lord's thralls.
For who shall question the wisdom of He,
Called beloved of God from eternity?
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