Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy

Caution Comes Too Late When We Are In The Midst Of Evils.

In The Lost Battle, Borne Down By The Flying, Where Mingles War's Rattle With Groans Of The Dying.

When Israel, Of The Lord Belov'd, Out Of The Land Of Bondage Came, Her Fathers' God Before Her Mov'd, An Awful Guide In Smoke And Flame.

Respect Was Mingled With Surprise, And The Stern Joy Which Warriors Feel In Foemen Worthy Of Their Steel.

A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.