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     Ask for more than He has done?
When was ever His right hand
     Over any time or land
Stretched as now beneath the sun?

How they pale,
     Ancient myth and song and tale,
In this wonder of our days,
     When the cruel rod of war
Blossoms white with righteous law,
     And the wrath of man is praise!

Blotted out!
     All within and all about
Shall a fresher life begin;
     Freer breathe the universe
As it rolls its heavy curse
     On the dead and buried sin!

It is done!
     In the circuit of the sun
Shall the sound thereof go forth.
     It shall bid the sad rejoice,
It shall give the dumb a voice,
     It shall belt with joy the earth!

Ring and swing,
     Bells of joy! On morning's wing
Send the song of praise abroad!
     With a sound of broken chains
Tell the nations that He reigns,
     Who alone is Lord and God!


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