Thou that dost save through pain, And dost, afflicting, bless, We offer Thee from prostrate hearts The greater thankfulness. Lord, Thou hast humbled pride— Hast shown the world at length What ruthlessness may dwell with power, What bankruptcy with strength. And teaching us the scorn Of trifles that beguile Hast given us, dear God, to live When life is most worthwhile. We thank Thee for the dream That heroes dreamed of yore, Their vision of the good, the will Earth’s freedom to restore. Spoiled children of the past, Today, more nobly blest, We thank Thee Who hast wakened us, And asked of us our best. God of the young and brave, Who nothing know of fear, Who hold the things that life outlast Than life itself more dear. We thank Thee that our souls Are strong as theirs to give All, all we cherish most on earth, That liberty may live: That we, O Good Supreme, Still through our tears can see On death’s pale brow an aureole Of immortality! |