Poem February 19, 1944 Issue

Triumph Song

ETHEL A. BRECKENRIDGE

I know that my Redeemer lives,
Oh, triumph song
That in earth's travail strength still gives
To bear.

In truth He lives, and we in Him,
Unfettered, free;
"I know"—let this our watchword be
And hymn.

Enslavement is no part of man
In God's great plan;
Beloved, now are we His sons.
Trust on!

The chains which error seems to forge
Love will unloose;
Mankind redeemed, emerges pure
And free.

Yes, free to choose the better part
And brothers be,
Dwelling in peace that Love alone
Imparts.

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