THE RIGHT MUST WIN

THE RIGHT MUST WIN

By Frederick William Faber, D.D.

Oh, it is hard to work for God,To rise and take His partUpon this battlefield of earth,And not sometimes lose heart.He hides Himself so wondrously,As though there were no God;He is least seen when all the powersOf ill are most abroad.Or He deserts us at the hourThe fight is all but lost;And seems to leave us to ourselvesJust when we need Him most.Ill masters good; good seems to changeTo ill with greatest ease;And, worst of all, the good with goodIs at cross-purposes.Ah! God is other than we think;His ways are far above,Far beyond reason’s height, and reachedOnly by child-like love.Workman of God! Oh, lose not heart,But learn what God is like;And in the darkest battle-fieldThou shalt know where to strike.Thrice blessed is he to whom is givenThe instinct that can tellThat God is on the field when HeIs most invisible.Blessed too, is he who can divineWhere real right doth lie,And dares to take the side that seemsWrong 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.

Oh, it is hard to work for God,To rise and take His partUpon this battlefield of earth,And not sometimes lose heart.He hides Himself so wondrously,As though there were no God;He is least seen when all the powersOf ill are most abroad.Or He deserts us at the hourThe fight is all but lost;And seems to leave us to ourselvesJust when we need Him most.Ill masters good; good seems to changeTo ill with greatest ease;And, worst of all, the good with goodIs at cross-purposes.Ah! God is other than we think;His ways are far above,Far beyond reason’s height, and reachedOnly by child-like love.Workman of God! Oh, lose not heart,But learn what God is like;And in the darkest battle-fieldThou shalt know where to strike.Thrice blessed is he to whom is givenThe instinct that can tellThat God is on the field when HeIs most invisible.Blessed too, is he who can divineWhere real right doth lie,And dares to take the side that seemsWrong 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.

Oh, it is hard to work for God,To rise and take His partUpon this battlefield of earth,And not sometimes lose heart.

Oh, it is hard to work for God,

To rise and take His part

Upon this battlefield of earth,

And not sometimes lose heart.

He hides Himself so wondrously,As though there were no God;He is least seen when all the powersOf ill are most abroad.

He hides Himself so wondrously,

As though there were no God;

He is least seen when all the powers

Of ill are most abroad.

Or He deserts us at the hourThe fight is all but lost;And seems to leave us to ourselvesJust when we need Him most.

Or He deserts us at the hour

The fight is all but lost;

And seems to leave us to ourselves

Just when we need Him most.

Ill masters good; good seems to changeTo ill with greatest ease;And, worst of all, the good with goodIs at cross-purposes.

Ill masters good; good seems to change

To ill with greatest ease;

And, worst of all, the good with good

Is at cross-purposes.

Ah! God is other than we think;His ways are far above,Far beyond reason’s height, and reachedOnly by child-like love.

Ah! God is other than we think;

His ways are far above,

Far beyond reason’s height, and reached

Only by child-like love.

Workman of God! Oh, lose not heart,But learn what God is like;And in the darkest battle-fieldThou shalt know where to strike.

Workman of God! Oh, lose not heart,

But learn what God is like;

And in the darkest battle-field

Thou shalt know where to strike.

Thrice blessed is he to whom is givenThe instinct that can tellThat God is on the field when HeIs most invisible.

Thrice blessed is he to whom is given

The instinct that can tell

That God is on the field when He

Is most invisible.

Blessed too, is he who can divineWhere real right doth lie,And dares to take the side that seemsWrong to man’s blindfold eye.

Blessed 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.

For right is right, since God is God;

And right the day must win;

To doubt would be disloyalty,

To falter would be sin.


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