Once to every man and nation, comes
the moment to decide,
In the strife of truth with
falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, some great
decision, offering each the bloom or
blight,
And the choice goes by forever,
�twixt that darkness and that light.
Then to side with truth is noble,
when we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit,
and �tis prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses
while the coward stands aside,
Till the multitude make virtue of the
faith they had denied.
By the light of burning martyrs,
Christ, Thy bleeding feet we track,
Toiling up new Calv�ries ever with
the cross that turns not back;
New occasions teach new duties, time
makes ancient good uncouth,
They must upward still and onward,
who would keep abreast of truth.
Though the cause of evil prosper,
yet the truth alone is strong;
Though her portion be the scaffold,
and upon the throne be wrong;
Yet that scaffold sways the future,
and behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow,
keeping watch above His own.
