The wind a’gale, the glass unmarred
Withstood the angry strain.
The glass stood firm and we may learn
So ever to remain.

So those who trust us in the storm
May see that we stand true,
Though they may not behold our form
But see the work we do.

Not show, but grit, unboasting fit,
To stand where others fail.
To take our place where wise men sit
Let others be the tail.

And in the end it’s not our place.
The judge of all the earth
Will with his everlasting grace
Do justice and give mirth.