I am hurt but I am not slain

'I am hurt but I am not slain.
I'll lay me down and bleed awhile,
Then I'll rise and fight again.'

I'm sore wounded not, but I'm not slain.
I'm brusied and faint they say
Just let me lie and bleed awhile;
I'll not be long this way.

My Spirit's 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.