I'm wounded now, but I'm not slain;
I'm bruised and faint, they say;
Just let me lie and bleed a while,
I'll not be long this way.
My spirits low, and my eyes flow;
my heart is sad and sore;
But when my pen'ent tears are gone,
I'll stand and fight some more
I'll bind these wounds, I'll dry these tears;
I'll close this bleeding vein;
I'll not lie here and weep and die,
I'll rise and fight again.
Twas yesterday I bowed so low;
was weak from tears and pain;
Today I'm strong, my fears are gone,
Today I fight again.
