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:
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Speak, O Christ! the gentle-hearted,
For Thy words are God's best wine;
All within me peace creating,
Peace of endless worth divine;
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All the voices of creation,
Every passion and delight,
At Thy voice of quiet sweetness,
Pass away in hushed affright.
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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.
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