Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
God of the ages to you I aspire
Through blood and scalpel, Lord, abide with me
God of the Ages Oh abide with me
Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne, Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
God of the ages to you I aspire
Through blood and scalpel, Lord, abide with me
God of the Ages Oh abide with me
This verse wraps all the devilry of the North in God approving and glorifying song. As such we hates it.
As expressed in his conciliar distemper
Thus Arius was floored
This kind of saintly bulldog behavior
Is no longer considered in good taste
Fisticuffs to defend our glorious savior
Is shocking to our clerical panty-waists
Yet, a time and season for all zeals
A time to strike and not to reason
When Orthodoxy with Heresy deals
Fell blows cannot be counted treason
For who can convince a rebel mind
By citing a multitude of verses?
Nicholas knew the dumb and blind
Are better won with pugilistic curses