Tears are falling from her eyes,
A weeping heart, a mournful cry,
Church behind an iron veil,
The persecuted bride bewails.
And she longs for her first taste of freedom,
And she clings to the strong hand of God.
She's the meek and the mighty,
Shining gold, purified in the fire,
She's the meek and the mighty,
Flame of valour, burning bright in the night,
Gallant army of soldiers, standing tall in her hour,
She is the meek and the mighty.
Centuries under domination,
Tyrants rule in tribulation,
Oppressionists would bend her knee to atheist philosophy.
Yet her pain's forged in raiments of armour,
Stands in battle, but never alone.
She's the meek and the mighty,
Shining gold, purified in the fire,
She's the meek and the mighty,
Flame of valour, burning bright in the night,
Gallant army of soldiers, standing tall in her hour.
She's the meek and the mighty,
Shining gold, purified in the fire,
She's the meek and the mighty,
Flame of valour, burning bright in the night,
Gallant army of soldiers, standing tall in her hour,
She is the meek and the mighty.
