Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall! ' Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!' Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away, Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day! Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the heat, Our helmets scorch our foreheads ; our sandals burn our feet. Now in the ungirt hour; now ere we blink and drowse, Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows ! Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main, Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again ! Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn, Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn! Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull dies, Look on Thy children in darkness. Oh take our sacrifice ! Many roads Thou hast fashioned: all of them lead to the Light, Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright!