THOU to wax fierce In the cause of the Lord, To threat and to pierce With the heavenly sword! Anger and Zeal, And the Joy of the brave, Who bade @3thee@1 to feel, Sin's slave. The Altar's pure flame Consumes as it soars: Faith meetly may blame, For it serves and adores. Thou warnest and smitest! Yet Christ must atone For a soul that thou slightest -- Thine own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN PSALM 84 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SEA VOICES by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE AN OFFERING by ANNE MILLAY BREMER STOCK AND VERMONT PUNKINS by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |