The Soldier
He was not armed like those of eastern clime,
Whose heavy axes felled their heathen foe;
Nor was he clad like those of later time,
Whose breast-worn cross betrayed no cross below;
Nor was he of the tribe of Levi born,
Whose pompous rites proclaim how vain their prayer;
Whose chilling words are heard at night and morn,
Who rend their robes but still their hearts would spare;
But he nor steel nor sacred robe had on,
Yet went he forth in God’s almighty power;
He spoke the word whose will is ever done
From day’s first dawn till earth’s remotest hour;
And mountains melted from his presence down,
And hell affrighted fled before his frown.
