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Let a valiant Faith cross swords with Death, / And Death is certain to fall; / For the dead arise with joy in their eyes- / They were not dead at all. / If this were only a world of chance, / Then faith, with its strong white spark / Could burn through the sod and fashion a God, / And set Him to shine in the dark.
So in troublesome days, and in shadowy ways, / In the dire and difficult time, / We must cling, we must cling to our Faith, and bring / Our courage to heights sublime. / It is not a matter of hugging a creed / That will lift us up to the light, / But in keeping our trust that Love is just, / And that whatever is, is right.
When the hopes of this world into chaos are hurled, / And the devil seems running the earth, / When the bad folks stay and the good pass away, / And greed fares better than worth, / Oh, that is the hour to trust in the Power / That will straighten the tangle out; / For death and sorrow are little things, / But a terrible thing is doubt.