The Choice

The American Spirit speaks: 

To the Judge of Right and Wrong
  With Whom fulfilment lies
Our purpose and our power belong,
  Our faith and sacrifice, 

Let Freedom’s Land rejoice!
   Our ancient bonds are riven;
Once more to us the eternal choice
  Of Good or Ill is given. 

Not at a little cost,
  Hardly by prayer or tears,
Shall we recover the road we lost
  In the drugged and doubting years. 

But, after the fires and the wrath,
  But, after searching and pain,
His Mercy opens us a path
  To live with ourselves again. 

In the Gates of Death rejoice!
  We see and hold the good—
Bear witness, Earth, we have made our choice
   With Freedom’s brotherhood! 

Then praise the Lord Most High
    Whose Strength hath saved us whole,
Who bade us choose that the Flesh should die
   And not the living Soul! 

To the God in Man displayed—
  Wheree’er we see that Birth,
Be love and understanding paid
   As never yet on earth! 

To the Spirit that moves in Man,
   On Whom all worlds depend,
Be Glory since our world began
   And service to the end!