_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 lies,_
_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!_