So cruelly pierced, and find the service sweet,
Thou crucified.
But though we mourn thy agony and loss,
And weep beneath the shadow of thy cross—
We know the day
That brings the resurrection and the life
Shall dawn for thee when war and all its strife
Hath passed away.
Then, out of all her travail and her pain,
Belgium, though crushed to earth, shall rise again;