God's Glory Is A Wondrous Thing

God's glory is a wondrous thing,

Most strange in all its ways;

And, of all things on earth, least like

What men agree to praise.

Workman of God, O lose not heart,

But learn what God is like!

And, in the darkest battlefield,

Thou shalt know where to strike.

O blest is he to whom is given

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.

For right is right, since God is God;

And right the day must win;

To doubt would be disloyalty,

To falter would be sin.