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 HIS ANSWER

Y weary soul leaps to its feet, My courage grown so small Springs suddenly to larger life, Waked by your trumpet call.

The chains of cowardice and sloth Your word has stript from me; I go rejoicing to the fight, Your faith has set me free.

Up, up above the battle smoke Your banner I will bear, Up to the heights you bid me seek. And you shall see it there.

Shall see it waving in the sun And pain and wounds are naught Since I have conquered by your faith And reached your higher thought!