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Though your hopes lie cold and pale,
 God's great heart can hear and see,
High above that broken wail,
         Victory!

Then flash on exultant wires,
 Send it thrilling through the land!
Blaze it high as altar-fires,
 Consecrating heart and hand;
God is near us in the strife,
 And whate'er the end may be,
He can make or death or life
         Victory!