Workman of God! O lose not heart,

But learn what God is like,

And, in the darkest battle-field,

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.

Ah! God is other than we think;

His ways are far above,

Far beyond reason's height, and reach’d

Only by childlike love.

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.