The following verses are by John Hay:
Not in dumb resignation, we lift our hands
on high;
Not like the nerveless fatalist, content to do
and die.
Our faith springs like the eagle's, who soars
to meet the sun,
And cries exulting unto thee, "O Lord,
Thy will be done."
When tyrant feet are trampling upon the
common weal,
Thou dost not bid us bend and writhe be-
neath the iron heel.
In thy name we assert our right by sword
or tongue or pen,
And even the headsman's ax may flach thy
message unto men.
Thy will! It bids the weak be strong; it
bids the strong be just;
No lips to fawn, no hand to beg, no brow to
seek the dust.
Whenever man oppresses men beneath the
liberal sun
O Lord, be there! Thine arm made bare,
thy righteous will be done.
