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. |