Scripture Verse

Thou wilt save the afflicted people. Psalm 18:27


Florence E. Coates

Words: Flo­rence E. Coates, 1917.

Music: Do­mi­ni­ca Her­bert S. Oak­e­ley, 1874 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Herbert S. Oakeley


Thou that dost save through pain,
And dost, afflicting, bless,
We offer Thee from prostrate hearts
The greater thankfulness.

Lord, Thou hast humbled pride—
Hast shown the world at length
What ruthlessness may dwell with power,
What bankruptcy with strength.

And teaching us the scorn
Of trifles that beguile
Hast given us, dear God, to live
When life is most worthwhile.

We thank Thee for the dream
That heroes dreamed of yore,
Their vision of the good, the will
Earth’s freedom to restore.

Spoiled children of the past,
Today, more nobly blest,
We thank Thee who hast wakened us,
And asked of us our best.

God of the young and brave,
Who nothing know of fear,
Who hold the things that life outlast
Than life itself more dear.

We thank Thee that our souls
Are strong as theirs to give
All, all we cherish most on earth,
That liberty may live:

That we, O Good supreme,
Still through our tears can see
On death’s pale brow an aureole
Of immortality!