When before the cloud-white throne We are kneeling to be known In self's utter nakedness, Mercy shall be arbitress. Love shall quench the very shame That is our tormenting flame; Love, the one theology, Set the souls in prison free— Free as sunbeams forth to fare Into outer darkness, where It shall be our doom to make Glory from each earth-mistake. Not archangels God elects For celestial architects; On the stones of hell, the guilt Of the world, is Zion built. |