Classic Poem

The mem'ry of the faithful dead
Be on their children's hearts this day!
Your father's God, their host who led,
Will shield you through the stormy way.

Your Savior bids you seek and save
The trampled and the oppress'd of earth,
At his command the storm to brave,
Faithful and true! come boldly forth.

Their suff'ring though your souls must share,
Though pride oppress and hate condemn,
Stand up, and breathe your fearless pray'r,
For those in bonds as bound with them.

Unheeded fall the fierce command,
That bids the struggling soul be dumb;
Shout with a voice to rouse a land;
Bid the free martyr spirit come.

Searcher of hearts! to thee we bow;
Uphold us with thy staff and rod;
Our fervent hearts are ready now —
We come to do thy will, O God!