"Stone by stone dismantled Yet rebuilt within mere days, I will then stand over you Until the end of age, Should this cup not pass me. I drink it to the dregs, And go where no man follows 'Till he follows to the grave" So watch And wait on The hour of dawn O receive your silver And put away your swords 'Till the day comes All had whispered, "Surely, Lord would I?" But, "He who shares my bread will lift his heel against me," Not one of you yet dies.