Back to the Field

Workman of God, O lose not heart,
But learn what God is like,
And in the darkest battle-field
Thou shalt know where to strike.

He always wins who sides with God,
To him no chance is lost;
God's will is sweetest to him, when
It triumphs at his cost.

Muse on his justice, downcast soul,
Muse, and take better heart;
Back with thine angel to the field,
And bravely do thy part!

For right is right, since God is God,
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin!
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