Thank God, There's Still a Vangaurd

By
H. E. G. Arey.

Thank God, there's still a vanguard
Fighting for the Right ;
Though the throng flock to rearward,
Lifting (ashen-white)
Flags of truce to Sin and Error,
Clasping hands mute with terror,
Thank God, there's still a vanguard
Fighting for the Right.

Through the wilderness advancing,
Hewers of the way ;
Forward far their spears are glancing,
Flashing back the day.
"Back!" the leaders cry who fear them;
"Back !" from all the army near them ;
They, their steady tramp advancing,
Cleave their certain way.

Slay them — from each drop that falleth
Springs a hero armed ;
Where the martyr's fire appalleth,
Lo ! they pass unharmed ;
Crushed beneath thy wheel, Oppression,
How their spirits hold possession —
How their dross-purged voice outcalleth,
By the death-throes warmed !

Thank God, there's still a vanguard
Fighting for the right ;
Error's legions know their standard
Floating in the light.
When the league of Sin rejoices,
Quick outring the rallying voices,
Thank God, there's still a vanguard
Fighting for the Right.