Christus (the Christian version of Invictus)
{This is a comparison of the original version of Invictus and
the modified version which I call, "Christus-the Christian version")
the modified version which I call, "Christus-the Christian version")
Invictus
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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The Christian Version of Invictus- Renamed Christus (Christ)
(All changes to the original words of Invictus are in italics)
by Danny C. Wash
Out of the night that covers me,
I thank Christ who set me free
In my now conquered soul.
I thank Christ who set me free
In my now conquered soul.
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I cried out to Christ aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head to Christ is bowed.
I cried out to Christ aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head to Christ is bowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms the welcome of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
Looms the welcome of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
Christ is the master of my fate:
Christ is the captain of my soul.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
Christ is the master of my fate:
Christ is the captain of my soul.