Poems (Greenwell)/Faint yet pursuing

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"FAINT, YET PURSUING." A SONG OF THE CHURCH MILITANT. 
All day among the corn-fields of the plain, Reaping a mighty harvest to the Lord, Our hands have bound the sheaves; we come again,—      Shout for the earners stored!
All day among the vineyards of the field,Our feet have trodden out the red ripe vine: Sing! sing for hearts that have not spared to yield       A yet more purple wine!
All day against the spoilers of our land,Our arms made bare the keen and glittering sword; None turnèd back, none stayed the lifted hand,—      Sing! sing unto the Lord!
All day beset by spies, begirt with foes Building a house of holiness; by night We watched beside our weapons; slow it rose,—      Sing! sing from Zion's height!
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