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Under the altar of the cross. The voices of the martyrs begin to rise. In our future, gloomy and grey. We want to praise and glorify You again, oh God. Surrounded by Satan’s demonic hordes. We want to rise again under the sign of Your torture stake cross.

While dirty storm waters roar and swirl around us, we want to reach out to You again as our Rescue water-gate. In our future so dull and dark grey, we stand with our backs pressed into a corner, trampled, crushed.

They want to deprive us of farm, property and house. But we know that with You our God we are always welcome and safe at home. Under Your Footstool there at the altar of sacrifice, the altar of sacrifice of Your Salvation Cross .

We hear the voices of Your martyrs rising. Together with this, we want to praise and glorify You forever. Yes, You are our God and Savior, You raise Your fist to crush our enemies forever.