The King and I

First to set out for inspection.
First to lower it, my sword.
I to Norway am protection.
I to God perhaps a lord.

Number one The King saluting
unit by and being of
view command the King inspecting
I am meant to be of love.

Asked, not told, to make the guard,
marked by choice and not by rule,
heed of Jesus my reward,
soldier either or a fool.