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The following is the song itself, in the words of Marot. When the Huguenots sang it, each soldier became a lion in courage. "Que Dieu se montre seulement Et l'on verra dans un moment Abandonner la place; Le camp des ennemies épars, Épouvanté de toutes parts, Fuira devant sa face.
On s'endort, et tout meurt, mais un affreux reveil Doit succeder peut etre aux douceurs du sommeil! On nous menace, on dit que cette courte vie, De tourmens eternels est aussi-tot suivie. O mort! moment fatal! affreuse eternite! Tout coeur a ton seul nom se glace epouvante.
The very names of this her country, those she listened to every day, those heard but once, came crowding to memory: a thousand names piously best owed by peasants from France on lakes, on rivers, on the settlements of the new country they were discovering and peopling as they went lac a l'Eau-Claire la Famine Saint-Coeur de-Marie Trois-Pistoles Sainte Rose-du-Degel Pointe-aux-Outardes Saint-Andre-de-l' Epouvante ... An uncle of Eutrope Gagnon's lived at Saint-Andre-de-l'Epouvante; Racicot of Honfleur spoke often of his son who was a stoker on a Gulf coaster, and every time new names were added to the old; names of fishing villages and little harbours on the St.
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