Thou That Dost Save Through Pain

Thou that dost save through pain

And dost

af­flict­ing

bless

We of­fer Thee from pros­trate hearts

The great­er thank­ful­ness.

Lord

Thou hast hum­bled pride—

Hast shown the world at length

What ruth­less­ness may dwell with pow­er

What bank­rup­tcy with strength.

And teach­ing us the scorn

Of tri­fles that be­guile

Hast giv­en us

dear God

to live

When life is most worth­while.

We thank Thee for the dream

That he­roes dreamed of yore

Their vi­sion of the good

the will

Earth’s free­dom to re­store.

Spoiled child­ren of the past

Today

more nob­ly blest

We thank Thee who hast wak­ened us

And asked of us our best.

God of the young and brave

Who no­thing know of fear

Who hold the things that life out­last

Than life it­self more dear.

We thank Thee that our souls

Are strong as theirs to give

All

all we cher­ish most on earth

That li­ber­ty may live:

That we

O Good su­preme

Still through our tears can see

On death’s pale brow an au­re­ole

Of im­mor­tal­ity!