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THE DOERS OF THE WORD.
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Ahead then keep pushing,
And elbow your way,
Unheeding the envious,
And asses that bray;
All obstacles vanish,
All enemies quail,
In the might of their wisdom
Who never say fail!
And elbow your way,
Unheeding the envious,
And asses that bray;
All obstacles vanish,
All enemies quail,
In the might of their wisdom
Who never say fail!
In life's rosy morning,
In manhood's firm pride,
Let this be the motto
Your footsteps to guide;
In storm and in sunshine,
Whatever assail,
We'll onward and conquer,
And never say fail!
In manhood's firm pride,
Let this be the motto
Your footsteps to guide;
In storm and in sunshine,
Whatever assail,
We'll onward and conquer,
And never say fail!
The Doers of the Word.
I sing the Doers of the Word,
The Flower of human kind,
Who hear the summons of the Lord,
And quick their girdles bind.
They wait not for the bridal day,
When forth to battle led;
They leave behind the faint to pray,
The dead to bury the dead.
The Flower of human kind,
Who hear the summons of the Lord,
And quick their girdles bind.
They wait not for the bridal day,
When forth to battle led;
They leave behind the faint to pray,
The dead to bury the dead.
'Tis theirs to die that Truth may live,
To face the hissing hail;
With woe and foe alike to strive,
Till right o'er wrong prevail.
'Tis theirs the tyrant sword to smite,
The bondsman to release,
And usher in the welcome light
Of earth's millennial peace.
To face the hissing hail;
With woe and foe alike to strive,
Till right o'er wrong prevail.
'Tis theirs the tyrant sword to smite,
The bondsman to release,
And usher in the welcome light
Of earth's millennial peace.
I sing the Doers of the Word,
Whom angel wings have fanned,
And filled with love and joy unheard
To scatter through the land.
Whom angel wings have fanned,
And filled with love and joy unheard
To scatter through the land.