Set your eyes upon this torture stake
As the road to sainthood she must take
The great Princes of both church and state
Did bid her here to seal her fate
To kill the life of one so rare and great
That heaven loved but they did hate
For hearing strange voices in her head
The holy words, Saints Michael
Catherine and Margaret said
‘Rise up good Joan for Orleans
Where the English now entrench
Send the English armies homeward
Win France back for the French’
As a witch they did decry her
As the Devil’s very scourge
‘To save her soul from Satan
She must be purified by fire
She must be justly purged’
But the Lord our God was watching
At every twist and turn
At her trial He kept His place
As He listened to the men of murder
Slander and pontificate
While good Joan, she prayed for
Strength and grace
As they sentenced her to burn
To the woodpile she was taken
Past the screaming of the mob
And she screamed with fear inside her heart
‘Where are you now my Saints of God.’
But no Saints this day did answer her
For Our Blessed Saviour
Christ the King was there
‘Be still My little Maid of Orleans
And know that God is here,
To set you free from bondage
And wipe away your tears
I set My Cross before thy face
My Spirit surrounds thee, My love embrace
No earthly element can overcome this your shield
Though the men of murder may see your body burn
Have no fear, you will not yield
No flames of Hell can touch your soul
With Me at hand to guard thee
No screaming mob, nor spear of hate
Can pierce the heart of one so pure
Of one so great, as pierced My own heart
For love of such men as these on the
Mound of hope at Calvary
I endured all the yoke of death that day
As My Father watched on by
And I screamed in bitter agony
Where are you now My God, and why, oh why?
For the sins of the world
My earthly life He did forsake
And I tasted a death so cruel on a torture stake
As the road to Godhead I would take
But as I rose in glory bright and blessed
On that good Sunday morn
As King of Kings and Lord of Lords
Death’s conqueror, first born
Of God’s true light
I promised this and commanded thus
That no good child of mine
Who would bear My Cross, for love of Me
Would face such weight of loss
Such pain of agony
For love of God and love of these, I paid for all
On a torture stake at Calvary
Now as for these that did bid you here
Who are drunk on power, terror, jealousy and fear
Who would twist into lies My Father’s commands
And betray My church into Satan’s hands
For their crimes they will answer to Me on Judgement Day
In the Court of the Lamb, where I hold sway
When the gates of Hell will be opened wide
And these impostor Princes and Prince Bishops
Will be thrown inside
They will scream for mercy, but none shall come
For they betrayed all that is good
The Spirit, the Father and the Son
Yet even now good Joan
Do your pleas of mercy still reach My ears
For these barbarians assembled here
You prove once more, with love divine
That truly, thou art of royal blood of My own line
So because of this My holy maid
If they will only repent, your prayers of mercy
Will quell My anger and I will relent
But if they do not heed My law
And turn to Me in their allotted time
They will burn in everlasting Hell fire
Let all vengeance then be Mine’
So now take God’s hand
Most holy ‘Maid of Orleans’
And beloved of all France and take your place
With Michael, Catherine and Margaret
And all the Saints and Angels
That now gather in Heaven’s splendour
To welcome thee and touch thy face
And crown thee by God’s command
‘Saint Joan of Arc’
By God’s Good Grace.