Ye are strong in your gold and gear,
Ye are strong in your Hocks and herds,—
Ye are strong in the charm of a stout right arm,
And the pow'r of your burning words,
And ye hold your weapons true—
But the battle is not unto you.
Do ye dare to look on your sin,
Can ye wrestle your day with doubt?
By the might of the great Within
Ye shall conquer the dread Without.
Can ye endure, and be dumb?
Then shall ye overcome.