Midnight
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 !