Holy unmercenaries
Is an epithet applying to
Christian saints,
Who did not accept
Payment of any kind
For good deeds done
Which is I think the very least
One should expect from a saint
Holy unmercenaries
Is an epithet applying to
Christian saints,
Who did not accept
Payment of any kind
For good deeds done
Which is I think the very least
One should expect from a saint
Sung to the tune of the traditional German folk song “Kinderlied”
Oh,
my Lord way above
God
in heaven, King of love
Please
look down, from your throne
Look
on us with love.
God
of Gods, King of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
Oh,
my Lord bless our lives
Christ
the saviour guiding light
Please
look down, from your throne
Bless
us with your light
God
of Gods, King of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
Oh,
my Lord fill our hearts
Up
in heaven where love starts
Please
look down, from your throne
Please
Lord fill our hearts.
God
of Gods, King of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
Oh,
my Lord way above
God
in heaven, King of love
Please
look down, from your throne
Look
on us with love.
God
of Gods, King of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
Oh,
my Lord guide our hand
God
the father King of man
Please
look down, from your throne
Dear
Lord guide our hand
God
of Gods, King of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
Oh,
my Lord way above
God
in heaven, King of love
Please
look down, from your throne
Look
on us with love
God
of Gods, king of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
It’s the end of my autumn days
When heavens siren sings
And amidst a russet dawn
I hear deaths silent wings
Touched by the goddess
Our hearts surrendered
As Venus worked her spell of
love
And nothing could break the
bond
That fitted us perfectly
Like a hand inside a glove
So strong were the bonds
That entwined our hearts
And held us prisoners of love
Only death could part us
And I am now haunted
By the call of the mourning
Dove
When you are downcast
And at your darkest hour
Pray, for within it
There’s immeasurable power
Are you wearing a crucifix?
Is it God’s grace you are appeasing?
Is it a symbol of your devotion?
Or is it just aesthetically pleasing
Are you a good Christian girl?
Or are you taunting and teasing
Well by that look in your eye
I think you’re up for a squeezing
A song to sing in heaven
Where the holy angels tread
So sang my heart in joy
The word of God was spread
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