Not in dumb resignation br We lift our hands on high, br Not like the nerveless fatalist, br Content to trust and die. br Our faith springs like the eagle br Who soars to meet the sun, br And cries exulting unto Thee, br O Lord, Thy Will be done! br br When tyrant feet are trampling br Upon the common weal, br Thou dost not bid us bend and writhe br Beneath the iron heel. br In Thy name we assert our right br By sword or tongue or pen, br And even the headsman's axe may flash br Thy message unto men. br br Thy Will! It bids the weak be strong, br It bids the strong be just; br No lip to fawn, no hand to beg, br No brow to seek the dust. br Wherever man oppresses man br Beneath Thy liberal sun, br O Lord, be there Thine arm made bare, br Thy righteous will be done.