The Christ of the glittering sword and the glorious terror--can He speak to the broken heart and bring glad tidings to the frightened conscience? Yes, verily:
| Speak, O Christ! the gentle-hearted, For Thy words are God's best wine; All within me peace creating, Peace of endless worth divine; 47 All the voices of creation, Every passion and delight, At Thy voice of quiet sweetness, Pass away in hushed affright. | | This world's empty noises vanish When Thou speakest but a word; And the tumult is dispersèd, By opposing passions stirred; Though the afternoon was stormy, Cloudless is the evening sky, And the south wind bloweth softly, When Thou speakest peace on high. | |