Resurrection: August, 1914
THE Deluge first and after it the Dawn. —
The misery of dull enduring years,
The hopeless travail, and the desperate tears
Of patient peoples overwhelmed and worn
Beneath a burthen hardly to be borne.
The Whirlwind leaps; the starry splendor clears;
Swift dissipates the stifling fog of fears.
Triumphant breaks the Resurrection Morn.
The hopeless travail, and the desperate tears
Of patient peoples overwhelmed and worn
Beneath a burthen hardly to be borne.
The Whirlwind leaps; the starry splendor clears;
Swift dissipates the stifling fog of fears.
Triumphant breaks the Resurrection Morn.
Oh, praise and pray! We waited on the Word
That stilled the billowy waves of Galilee.
It came at last, inscribed upon a Sword
That flashed in fury over land and sea.
We sought our knees; and lo! the Risen Lord,
The stone rolled back, was greeting you and me.
That stilled the billowy waves of Galilee.
It came at last, inscribed upon a Sword
That flashed in fury over land and sea.
We sought our knees; and lo! the Risen Lord,
The stone rolled back, was greeting you and me.