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| WHO called thee to such holy high estate? | |
| Who taught thy lips the all-redeeming Word, | |
| Which touched us to emotions as we heard | |
| And soars aloft to Him, that guides our fate? | |
| Who kindled Ardor’s undiminished flame; | 5 |
| To make thee bold and eager to attain, | |
| Despite all that gives thee deepest pain, | |
| The highest good, not evanescent fame; | |
| Who doth sustain the skyward lifted hand, | |
| The hopeful sign and symbol of our zeal, | 10 |
| Upraised high our shattered nerves to steel | |
| As if in warning that we dauntless stand?— | |
| It is the God within the nation’s soul | |
| That spurs him on to dare to do the right. | |
| He guides his steps and steadieth his sight | 15 |
| That he may strive unswerving towards the goal; | |
| Like all true servants of the living God, | |
| Thou gavest heed to that Celestial Voice | |
| And didst assume our burdens, of Thy Choice. | |
| Thy heart inspired, thy spirit overawed, | 20 |
| Remain our true exemplar in the strife, | |
| Though good reward or evil be thy share | |
| We follow thee, for Zion everywhere | |
| To struggle for the newly dawning life. | |
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