Jesuit
We are the few
Burnt in Hell, healed in Heaven.
Rallied under the banner
Of the oppressed
We march into battle to the cry
Of the poor, the dying, the destitute
Haunted by the nameless dark lurking in the dusk
We stumble, we fall
Some of our comrades are lost
We mourn as those who mourned before us
As those who will follow us.
But we rise, we always rise . .. .
No! We do not rise, we are lfted
Lifted by He who fell first
Lifted by what is not ours
Lifted by He who will never die
Never surrender, never forsake
And we march again.
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