Hymn of the XXX Legion, about AD 350
MITHRAS, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken
'Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!'
Now as the names are answered, and the guards are
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day!
Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the
Our helmets scorch our foreheads, our sandals burn our
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
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn!
Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull
Look on thy children in darkness. Oh take our sacrifice!
Many roads Thou hast fashioned, all of them lead to the
Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright!