Workman of God

Workman of God! O lose not heart

But learn what God is like;

And in the dark­est bat­tle­field

Thou shalt know where to strike.

Thrice blest is he to whom is giv’n

The in­stinct that can tell

That God is on the field

when He

Is most in­vi­si­ble.

Blest too is he who can di­vine

Where real right doth lie

And dares to take the side that seems

Wrong to man’s blind­fold eye.

Then learn to scorn the praise of men

And learn to lose with God;

For Je­sus won the world through shame

And beck­ons thee His road.

For right is right

since God is God

And right the day must win;

To doubt would be dis­loy­al­ty

To fal­ter would be sin.