Because the storm has stript us bare br Of all things but the thing we are, br Because our faith requires us whole, br And we are seen to the very soul, br Rejoice! From now all meaner fears are fled. br br Because we have no prize to win br Auguster than the truth within, br And by consuming of the dross br Magnificently lose our loss, br Rejoice! We have not vainly borne and bled. br br Because we chose beyond recall br And for dear honour hazard all, br And summoned to the last attack br Refuse to falter or look back, br Rejoice! We die, the Cause is never dead.