Hymn on Mohammed in the Cave
The prophet with one faithful friend In the dark cavern stood, A thousand foemen scouring round, All thirsting for his blood. "Alas, my master," spake the liege, "Our term of life is sped; I hear the murd'rous bands approach, Intent to strike us dead." "Be not distressed!" in accents firm, The Prophet's voice replied; "For God is mightier far than they, And God is on our side. "Will He we live, no mortal power Can take our lives away; Will He we die, to Him we pass; No need to feel dismay.