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The Doorkeepers of Zion, / They do not always stand / In helmet and whole armour, / With halberds in their hand, / But, being sure of Zion, / And all her mysteries, / They rest awhile in Zion, / Sit down and smile in Zion; / Ay, even jest in Zion; / In Zion, at their ease.
The Gatekeepers of Baal, / They dare not sit or lean, / But fume and fret and posture / And foam and curse between; / For being bound to Baal, / Whose sacrifice is vain. / Their rest is scant with Baal, / They glare and pant for Baal, / They mouth and rant for Baal, / For Baal in their pain!
But we will go to Zion, / By choice and not through dread, / With these our present comrades / And those our present dead; / And, being free of Zion / In both her fellowships, / Sit down and sup in Zion -- / Stand up and drink in Zion / Whatever cup in Zion / Is offered to our lips!