O pure Reformers! not in vain

Your trust in human kind;

The good which bloodshed could not gain,

Your peaceful zeal shall find.

The truths ye urge are borne abroad

By every wind and tide;

The voice of nature and of God

Speaks out upon your side.

The weapons which your hands have found

Are those which Heaven hath wrought,

Light, Truth, and Love,—your battle-ground,

The free, broad field of Thought.

O, may no selfish purpose break

The beauty of your plan,

Nor lie from throne or altar shake

Your steady faith in man.

Press on! and if we may not share

The glory of your fight,

We’ll ask at least, in earnest prayer,

God’s blessing on the Right.