God’s glo­ry is a won­drous thing,
Most strange in all its ways;
And, of all things on earth, least like
What men agree to praise.

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

O blest is he to whom is giv­en
The in­stinct that can tell
That God is on the field when He
Is most in­vi­si­le!

Blest too is he who can di­vine
Where real right doth lie,
And dares to take the side that seems
Wrong to man’s blind­fold eye.

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