3 Love on! love on! the voice of grief and wrong
Comes from the palace and the poor man’s cot;
Bid the proud bend, and bid the weak be strong,
And life’s tired pilgrim meekly bear his lot:
Give strength! give peace!
4 Love on! love on! and though the evening still
Wear the stern clouds that veiled thy noonday sun,
With changeless trust, with calm, unwavering will,
Work! bravely work! till the last hour be done:
Love God! love Man!