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Great God, that bowest sky and star, / Bow down our towering thoughts to thee, / And grant us in a faltering war / The firm feet of humility.
Lord, we that snatch the swords of flame, / Lord, we that cry about Thy car.
We too are weak with pride and shame, / We too are as our foemen are.
Yea, we are mad as they are mad, / Yea, we are blind as they are blind, / Yea, we are very sick and sad / Who bring good news to all mankind.
The dreadful joy Thy Son has sent / Is heavier than any care; / We find, as Cain his punishment, / Our pardon more than we can bear.
Lord, when we cry Thee far and near / And thunder through all lands unknown / The gospel into every ear, / Lord, let us not forget our own.
Cleanse us from ire of creed or class, / The anger of the idle tings; / Sow in our souls, like living grass, / The laughter of all lowly things.