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THE EXILES´ SONG
I am but a wretched exile here, thus must my name be given
From my home and all that´s dear, for God´s word I am driven
Full well I know, Lord Jesus Christ, thy treatment was not better, And I, thy follower, now will be, to do thy will, be debtor
Henceforth a pilgrim I must be, in foreign climes will wander Oh Lord, my prayer ascends to Thee, that Thou my path will ponder
Please guard me, Mighty Lord, I trust, in misery I feel no shame
For Jesus´ sake I did what I must For your word my honour was ball and chain
Let Satan steal my fortune, and evil ravage these earthly goods, My bounty shall be the right belief, my fidelity only to our Lord
Soon the hour of despair will fall, yet in this darkness I cannot drown Though I am forced from my children and my home, Someday I shall receive heaven´s crown
Please, God, my tears run hot through this valley of desparation, These alien roads so sure my fate, oh God, I beg of thee to guide This path to your heavenly dwelling place
Who made this song will not be named. He despised the pope and stood up for Jesus Christ !
Above English translation was kindly provided by L. Schaitberger (USA)
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