Mighty and valiant is he
Wrecked havoc in the camp of his foes
Loved by all, beloved of the Lord God Almighty
A warrior, strong and terrible
In his strength was found love
In his revenge was found sympathy
Oh how he cried for his foes:
'How has the mighty fallen
...The shield of Saul, as though
he wasn't anointed with oil.'
From his own bowel arose a thorn
Yet even for him he wept:
'O my son Absalom...
Would God i had died for thee...'
Mighty and terrible as he,
Yet with a heart full of love.
Oh! let my soul be numbered with thee.
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