Look up when the dark skies lower;
Climb high when the road is steep,
When evil would have thee cower,
And the waters of sin run deep.
Fear not, for Love's arm victorious
Hath never forsaken thee,
And thou in God's image, glorious,
Hath gotten the victory.
God never made thee branded;
Truth never formed a lie;
Love never left man stranded,
Or willed that he should die.
God gave man full dominion,
That truth hath made thee free,
Triumphant on Love's wide pinion
Thou'st gotten the victory.
