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THE RIGHT ABOVE THE WRONG.
THE HOPE OF THE PEOPLE.
I hear them say, “By all this stir
“What do the people gain?
“Their despots' slaves of old they were,
“Their slaves they still remain.”
Yet God will right the people yet,
Although the struggle's long;
Yes, friends, we've faith that God will set
The right above the wrong.
“What do the people gain?
“Their despots' slaves of old they were,
“Their slaves they still remain.”
Yet God will right the people yet,
Although the struggle's long;
Yes, friends, we've faith that God will set
The right above the wrong.
“See France,” they say, “what has she won
“By all her bloody past?
“She ends the same as she begun,
“A tyrant's toy at last.”
Yet, Heaven her woe will not forget,
She'll up again ere long;
For her we've faith that God will set
The right above the wrong.
“By all her bloody past?
“She ends the same as she begun,
“A tyrant's toy at last.”
Yet, Heaven her woe will not forget,
She'll up again ere long;
For her we've faith that God will set
The right above the wrong.
“No more your Hungary's battle-peals
“O'er listening Europe roll;
“Securely gagg'd and chain'd, she feels
“The iron in her soul.”
Does she her battle-fields forget,
Triumphant once so long?
She waits: for her, too, God will set
The right above the wrong.
“O'er listening Europe roll;
“Securely gagg'd and chain'd, she feels
“The iron in her soul.”
Does she her battle-fields forget,
Triumphant once so long?
She waits: for her, too, God will set
The right above the wrong.
“Milan, too, rose in '48,
“And tore her chains away,
“To curse again her children's fate—
“The Austrians' scorn to-day.”
Her three days she remembers yet,
And still her hope is strong,
Ere long her God for her will set
The right above the wrong.
“And tore her chains away,
“To curse again her children's fate—
“The Austrians' scorn to-day.”
Her three days she remembers yet,
And still her hope is strong,
Ere long her God for her will set
The right above the wrong.
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“Look, at its triple despots' feet,
“Their victim, Poland lies;
“Who knows if still its free heart beat,
“Or heeds its dying cries?”
Ah! God its cries will not forget;
Though Poland suffer long,
We've faith that God for her will set
The right above the wrong.
“Their victim, Poland lies;
“Who knows if still its free heart beat,
“Or heeds its dying cries?”
Ah! God its cries will not forget;
Though Poland suffer long,
We've faith that God for her will set
The right above the wrong.
“Vienna ’gainst the Hapsburg rose:
“And what's Vienna now?
“The very scoff of Freedom's foes,
“The thing a spy can cow.”
And does she '48 forget?
No. Armed, and free ere long,
Within her walls our God will set
The right above the wrong.
“And what's Vienna now?
“The very scoff of Freedom's foes,
“The thing a spy can cow.”
And does she '48 forget?
No. Armed, and free ere long,
Within her walls our God will set
The right above the wrong.
Yes; gagg'd and chain'd the nations lie,
And wrong and vengeance reign;
To God goes up the bitter cry
That will not rise in vain.
The people watch, and wait, and let
Their living hope be strong,
Who doubts but God at last will set
The right above the wrong?
And wrong and vengeance reign;
To God goes up the bitter cry
That will not rise in vain.
The people watch, and wait, and let
Their living hope be strong,
Who doubts but God at last will set
The right above the wrong?
For in a righteous God we trust;
In Him our hope is sure;
We will not think, while He is just,
Injustice can endure.
Not long, O God, wilt Thou forget
Thy people's cries—not long;
Thou wilt arise in wrath, and set
The right above the wrong.
In Him our hope is sure;
We will not think, while He is just,
Injustice can endure.
Not long, O God, wilt Thou forget
Thy people's cries—not long;
Thou wilt arise in wrath, and set
The right above the wrong.
1857.
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