First published by Abbey of St. Kuria Hymnals, YC128
By Sarum Fleet-Colonel, Vazmidaz Korzaiah
Benedictus Dominus meus in loco caelesti,
Qui misit unctum suum ad perfringendas lineas;
Locorum tenebrosorum per lucem Gratiae Suae;
Mitte me ad bella consiliorum tuorum;
Cantabo laudes tuas, Domine, benedic dextrae meae;
Ad prosternendum impium et protegendum mansuetum;
Quoniam odisti iniquum ubi stant;
Instillate in me fortitudinem quam quaero;
Ad sustinendam veritatem et Legem tuam;
Benedicta machaera descende in flamma;
Super hunc campum Sanguinis martyrum quem vidi;
Sine paenitentia aut culpa.
Benedictus sit Dominus Deus qui dat mihi fortitudinem;
Ad ferendam lucem in tenebris in caligine belli;
Concede mihi robur fidei denuo in bello gerendo;
Contra inimicos tuos deleat ira tua;
Contra litora procella iactata externa;
Sanguis effundatur in delectatione tua;
Infideles quos detestaris;
Erudi manus meas ad bellum in potentia tua;
Contra impios labia mea condemnant;
Largire fervorem zeli tui;
Et hanc orationem sollemnem;
Donec fracta vexilla hostium meorum revelent.
Benedic Domino;
Qui armat me fide;
Benedic Domino;
Qui confirmat cor meum;
Benedic Domino;
Qui prosternit impium;
Benedic Domino;
Cuius sanguis malitiae fusus est;
Meditabor in Legibus tuis Deus meus;
Erudi manus meas ad proelium in nomine tuo;
Consecra cor meum, fac sanctum;
In gloria soli tibi.
Quae praemia exspectant nos in nomine Dei;
Haec vallis lacrimarum abluta;
Sanguine martyrum;
Consecrata in bello et fide;
Gladii et spiritus;
Labia proferentia laudem et orationem nostram;
Contra hostem;
Confractum et comminutum;
Non incurvaverunt se;
Et gratias egerunt Domino.
Translation;
Blessed is my Lord in the heavenly place;
Who sent his anointed to break the lines;
Of the dark places through His light of Grace;
Send me for the battles of your designs;
I will sing your praises Lord, bless my right hand;
To strike down the wicked and protect the meek;
For you abhor the wicked where they stand;
Instill in me the courage that I seek;
To uphold your truth and Law;
Blessed blade descend on flame;
Upon this field of martyrs blood I saw;
Without remorse or blame.
Blessed be the Lord God that grants me courage;
To bring the light to the dark in battle gloom;
Grant me the strength of faith anew in war wage;
Against your enemies may your wrath doom;
Against storm wracked foreign shore;
May the blood spill in your delight;
The infidels you do abhor;
Train my hands for war in your might;
Against the wicked do my lips condemn;
Bestow the fervour of your zeal;
And this prayer solemn;
Until the broken banners of my foes reveal.
Bless the Lord;
Who arms me in faith;
Bless the Lord;
Who strengthens my heart;
Bless the Lord;
Who strikes down the wicked;
Bless the Lord;
Whose blood of evil spilled;
I will meditate on your Laws my God;
Train my hands for battle in your name;
Consecrate my heart, make it holy;
In glory unto you alone.
What bounties await us in the name of God;
This valley of tears washed away;
With the blood of martyrs;
Consecrated in battle and faith;
Of blade and breath;
Lips uttering our praise and prayer;
Against the foe;
Shattered and broken;
They did not kneel;
And give thanks to the Lord.