Out of the dust of conflict, out of fear,
Out of the scorn and the reproach of men,
Out of long wrestling in the watches drear
To Israel the Word is come again.
God is gone up unto His threshing floor.
The winds of God upon the nations beat.
Who dares His glory now to stand before?
Who, unafraid, draws near His judgment seat?
He of clean hands, and he whose heart is pure;
By praise of men unhurt, by blows uncowed;
Bearer of burdens, yet he doth endure,
Nor to false gods the faithless knee hath bowed.
