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O the judge of Right and Wrong

With Whom fulfilment lies

Our purpose and our power belong,

Our faith and sacrifice.

Let Freedom's Land rejoice!

Our ancient bonds are riven;

Once more to us the eternal choice

Of Good or Ill is given.

Not at a little cost,

Hardly by prayers or tears,

Shall we recover the road we lost

In the drugged and doubting years.

But after the fires and the wrath,

But, after searching and pain,

His Mercy opens us a path

To live with ourselves again.