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Day dawns with fresh resolution,
Sifting hope from the ash of yesterday,
Offering again the occasion to laugh, to sing, to dance, to pray.
Hope fades with evening shadows, Victim of life’s decay
As pleading, wailing, tears unavailing -
The body journeys on to meet its clay.
Give us faith; give us hope; give us charity.
Faith lives, guardian of tomorrow and life itself will never end,
‘Til outliving life and all that thrives upon it -
Man comes to see in God his friend.
Swept forward on perilous wings of fortune,
To gamble on the battlefields of chance,
What hope is there of faith surviving,
When death looks out from every glance.
Give us faith; give us hope; give us charity.
Charity glows through the blinding darkness,
Anchored in life’s stormy seas,
A golden straw for clutching fingers,
The healing touch to painful reveries.
A last reprieve from chains of anguish,
A way through jungles of despair,
A kindly voice to whisper softly -
The elixir of life still fills the air.
Give us faith; give us hope; give us charity.
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