Religion and the War

Summary

Not in dumb resignation We lift our hands on high; Not like the nerveless fatalist Content to do and die. Our faith springs like the eagleV, That soars to meet the sun And cries exulting unto Thee, OL ord, Thy will be done. When tyrant feet are trampling Upon the common weal, Thou dost not bid us bend and writhe Beneath the iron heel; In Thy name we assert our right By sword, or tongue, or pen. And een the headsmans axe may flash Thy message unto men. Thy will, it bids the weak be strong; It bids the strong be just: No lip to fawn, no hand to beN obrow to seek the dust.