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Hf'MN TO THE SPIRIT OF JSLAM I NOBLY, nobly: through the ages, rang thy glorious Word of , · .
' Man, my brother,', shout the crowd now.
Changed have we, and fallen since, but changeless thou shalt · ever be, Fell the World with our defection, once more shall it rise in thee, When the Truth that pines forgotten dawns again in ·majesty.
a~ks m pam, Soul and body lost for ever; in but palaced wilds again ' Civilised ' man ravening goes=-Cain's dark passions in his brain.
Come thou dreaded Law-enforcer, Soul-restorer-come, thou Light!
Travailing the world awaits thee.
Come, forgotten Friend and Guide!
Come in thunder, welkin-rending, with thy lurid lightning, chide!
Come destroying, then re-building once again thy kingdom wide!
{مراجعه شود به فایل جدول الحاقی} Come, in glory crowned, as ever, to the sun thy banner tied.
Come, thou Soother, All-forgiving, Soul-consoling, Tender- .