John Greenleaf Whittier

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

And close at hand, the basket stood
With nuts from brown October's wood.

And close at hand, the basket stood
With nuts from brown October's wood.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Thine to work as well as pray,
Clearing thorny wrongs away;
Plucking up the weeds of sin,
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Thine to work as well as pray,
Clearing thorny wrongs away;
Plucking up the weeds of sin,
Letting heaven's warm sunshine in.

So let it be in God's own might
We gird us for the coming fight,
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So let it be in God's own might
We gird us for the coming fight,
And, strong in Him whose cause is ours
In conflict with unholy powers,
We grasp the weapons he has given,--
The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.