We Thank Thee, Lord, For Mercies Manifold In These Dark Days;-- For Heart Of Grace That Would Not Suffer Wrong; For All The Stirrings In The Dead Dry Bones; For Bold Self-Steeling To The Times' Dread Needs; For Every Sacrifice Of Self To Thee; For Ease And Wealth And Life So Freely Given; For Thy Deep Sounding Of The Hearts Of Men; For Thy Great Opening Of The Hearts Of Men; For Thy Close-Knitting Of The Hearts Of Men; For All Who Sprang To Answer The Great Call; For Their High Courage And Self-Sacrifice; For Their Endurance Under Deadly Stress; For All The Unknown Heroes Who Have Died To Keep The Land Inviolate And Free; For All Who Come Back From The Gates Of Death; For All Who Pass To Larger Life With Thee, And Find In Thee The Wider Liberty; For Hope Of Righteous And Enduring Peace; For Hope Of Cleaner Earth And Closer Heaven; With Burdened Hearts, But Faith Unquenchable,-- We Thank Thee, Lord!
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