HIS ANSWER
MY 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!