The Broken Sword

Mine enemies have prevailed against me, O God: Thou hast led me deep into their ambush.

They surround me with a hedge of spears: And the sword in my hand is broken.

My friends also have forsaken my side: From a safe place they look upon me with pity.

My heart is like water poured upon the ground: I have come alone to the place of surrender.

To thee, to thee only will I give up my sword: The sword which was broken in thy service.

Thou hast required me to suffer for thy cause: By my defeat thy will is victorious.

O my King show me thy face shining in the dark: While I drink the loving-cup of death to thy glory.